You start as this awkward newborn succubus who looks like she should already know how to ruin lives with a single blowjob, but actually she’s kind of a mess. That’s the fun part. The game doesn’t treat you like some overpowered goddess right away; you kind of stumble into your powers, tease them out of people, literally and emotionally. One moment you’re practicing a shy little handjob in a dark corner, next moment you’re learning how to twist someone’s mind with a half-whispered promise and a well-timed squeeze of your tits around their cock. The pacing is slower than many horny players want, but in a good way, like edging: long stretches of flirting, teasing, small talk, choices that feel harmless and then, ten clicks later, you realize you just corrupted a “good girl” into begging you to watch her masturbate against a toy you gave her. The sound helps a lot; there’s this soft, kind of hypnotic background track that hums under everything, and then tiny sharp sounds when you spank someone, or when skin rubs on sheets, or that slick wet noise when she slides down on you. It never screams for attention, it just drips into your brain until you’re way more invested than you thought. I played it with headphones on, Chrome full screen, Telegram blowing up in the background, didn’t answer a single message, because I was too busy making a “romance route” accidentally turn into blackmail and humiliation. And the game just quietly lets you do that without wagging its finger.

The whole thing looks like someone fed an AI a bunch of porn comics and fantasy posters, then a human with too much free time cleaned it up and decided, “Yeah, this milf gets a collar, and this busty schoolteacher also has a demonic tattoo under her skirt, nobody will notice until she’s naked.” The tits are huge in a very unapologetic way, like they’re their own characters, bouncing, getting fucked between, dripping cum from a sloppy titfuck POV while the camera stays just where it should: low, close, almost too intimate. Faces are expressive enough that when a girl pretends to be shy about exhibitionism, you see that tiny smirk that says she’s loving every second. Sometimes the AI CG shows weird little finger issues or strange shadows on hair and I kept staring at one girl’s ear that looked a bit like melted wax. Completely killed my vibe for half a scene. And then I forgot it two clicks later when she turned around and showed that big ass, cheeks red from spanking, needy for a creampie. It’s that kind of game. One moment you’re trying to play it “nice”, seducing slowly, picking romance options, kissing before sucking. Next moment your succubus side unlocks some darker path and you’re making her crawl naked across a living room, collar and leash, while her best friend watches and pretends she’s not turned on. The sandbox bits let you just wander, poke at characters, test different toys on them, watch them break piece by piece. Sometimes nothing happens and you get a boring chat scene that feels like filler, and you’re clicking annoyed, but then you hit a line where she admits she masturbated thinking about you dominating her and suddenly all those “wasted” clicks feel like foreplay. The game never rushes to the big group sex, to the harem piled around you, to the lesbian threesomes where you just sit back and enjoy the view while they lick each other for your approval. It just kind of slides there, one corrupted girl at a time, until you’re the quiet center of a storm of moans and obedience, and the only real question is who you’ll break next, softly or not at all.

It starts messy, in the best possible way. You’re tossed into this warped version of the galaxy far, far away - not the kind that smells like burnt metal and destiny, but one thick with sweat and bad decisions. The whole thing feels like a fever dream that someone spun out after one too many Holonet smut threads. You’re the guy who somehow made it to Jedi Knight while everyone else got distracted by the war or by each other’s asses (and they’re massive here, holy hell). Half the time you forget why you’re supposed to be saving anything because Barriss bends forward mid-dialogue and the robe just... doesn’t hold. Then there’s Aayla, all cool confidence until her mouth opens, breathing hard like she’s half-daring you to break the code. They all do that. Even Padme - who says words about diplomacy but arches her back every time your name drops. It’s ridiculous and hot at once, like watching porn on mute during a political debate.

The turn-based fights almost feel like foreplay. Every encounter teases longer than necessary, camera angles doing that thing where you can’t tell if you’re fighting monsters or auditioning them for something darker. When Bo-Katan shows up, the whole tempo changes - less talk, more bite - and suddenly the lightsaber doesn’t look like a weapon anymore. My favorite stupid detail: in the menu, somebody coded a “meditation” button that just leads to sex scenes. Lazy? Sure. But it fits. Nothing here pretends to be noble; it’s all dirty Jedi business in slow motion. And when the game finally pops one of those creampie endings, you don’t even blink. You just chuckle, fix the screen ratio on your phone, and keep pressing through because apparently defeat can look like victory if the moaning syncs just right.

Weird thing is - somewhere between the teasing and the parody nonsense - it stops feeling like a joke. You catch yourself liking these twisted versions more than the real ones. Maybe that’s the Force talking. Or just the fact that the writing knows exactly how low you’ll sink for another glimpse under a Jedi robe.

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.

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.