Boruto in this game is basically a horny disaster with a cheat code glued to his soul, and that’s the whole charm. He bumps into this weird power that doesn’t make people horny from nothing, it just takes whatever dirty stuff is already hiding in their head and rips the brakes off. Nobody is innocent, they just lose the ability to pretend. So you’re walking around this twisted version of the Naruto family tree where being an Uzumaki or an Uchiha is less about ninja honor and more about who ends up on their knees, who’s getting corrupted into a mess, and who’s secretly begging for it while they talk about “responsibility” and “boundaries”. Choices actually feel heavy here. You’re not picking blue or red moral points, you’re deciding if Boruto lets his mother keep her last bit of dignity or if he slowly turns her into a milf who waits for him, wet and shaking, after a “nice family dinner”. Then later you’re in some other route, making him act cold as hell and turning that same woman into someone who breaks down during oral, tears in her eyes but still swallowing every drop because she can’t imagine stopping anymore. It’s scummy, it’s hot, and it isn’t pretending to be nice.

What really messes with your head is how the sandbox and RPG bits hook into the sex. You’re doing turn based combat one moment, then realizing the reward for winning isn’t just some item, it’s another crack in a girl’s self-control. Maybe you push Sarada too far, using that power on her again and again, and she goes from embarrassed little groping scenes to letting you spank her until her voice goes hoarse, cheeks red from your hand and from shame, asking why she got so wet from being treated like that. Half the time you’re not sure if Boruto is the victim of this power or the main abuser, but the game lets you lean into either side. You want him to be a manipulative bastard who laughs when he pins a proud kunoichi down and fucks her ass until she starts begging for creampies instead of mercy? You can. You want him to be confused, scared of his own lust, still ending up with his cock in Sakura’s throat, one hand in her pink hair while she chokes on his load because “it just happened”? That route is here too, and it feels worse, in a good way. And then you have the futa and trap stuff sitting in the options like a dare. Turn it on and suddenly that “strict” futa character you met in what looked like a normal scene is pushing you against a wall, whispering in your ear, making Boruto jerk her off while she abuses his mouth, using his power against him, turning the corruption back around until you’re the one shaking and leaking. You can totally skip it, but if you don’t, there’s this brutal mix of humiliation and pleasure that kind of burns into your memory.

The incest angle is not subtle at all. This isn’t “oops, we’re kind of related”, it’s full on “I know exactly who she is and I still slide my hand under her clothes during a quiet night at home”. Groping on the couch turns into full masturbation scenes, then into vaginal and anal, with that tight family atmosphere making everything more dirty. The game doesn’t cut away from the first time you make her suck you off either, it lingers, has her try to keep some moral high ground while she’s literally spitting your cum back onto your shaft and licking it clean. Sometimes you get male domination power trips where Boruto is clearly in charge, slapping asses, shoving his dick in mouths that are trying to protest. Other paths flip it, especially with certain futa setups, where he ends up on the receiving end, humiliated, used like a toy and still cumming hard. The AI CG is inconsistent in a weirdly hot way, some scenes looking too polished, others a bit off, like a messed up fantasy that’s not fully stable in his head. And yeah, the whole NTR and corruption vibe runs under everything, even when you avoid the obvious cheating paths. You see a character slowly change and you know it’s your fault. There’s this one moment where a girl you corrupted earlier casually offers anal without blushing, like it’s normal now, and it hits harder than any big dramatic cutscene. It’s not a clean story, not heroic, just a spiral of sex, bad decisions, and people discovering they wanted more than they ever admitted.

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.

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.

This thing feels like someone’s horny sketchbook got turned into a toy by accident, and I kinda love that it’s rough around the edges. You start as this smug master type who clearly thinks he’s some big duel champion of girls, except nothing is really shiny or epic. It’s more like: here’s your first slavegirl, she’s half-finished, her expressions are not fully consistent, and still you immediately start thinking, “ok, how do I break her in without totally wrecking her stats.” It has that early browser hentai vibe, like those old Flash slave sims people pretend they never played but we all did. You’re not just clicking through pictures; you’re juggling mood, obedience, sexual training, money flow, and random events that kick your plans in the balls when you least expect. One day you schedule a nice calm training routine, then some duel request pops up and suddenly you’re rushing to pump her skills so she doesn’t go out there acting like a useless pillow princess in front of the other masters.

The lewd stuff hits pretty quick, but it doesn’t feel like those factory-made VN scenes where you read walls of text before touching a boob. Here it goes more like: “ok, her submission is high enough, now let’s see how far we can push anal training without her totally hating you tomorrow.” The scenes are short, sharp, dirty. When you send her to do whorish jobs to earn money, you actually feel a bit guilty because her affection drops if you treat her like cheap meat too fast, but you still shove her into that job anyway because you want the cash for better toys. I like when a scene unlocks and the girl looks at you with that mix of fear and need, like she knows she’s just property but she also wants your approval so bad she’ll lick anything you tell her to. It’s messed up and sweet at the same time, in that hentai logic way. Sometimes the art is lovely cute and sometimes her body proportions wobble a bit, and honestly that inconsistency turns me on more because it feels like I’m peeking into the artist’s work-in-progress folder instead of some sterile final product. The UI is simple but I kept clicking the clock by accident and suddenly a whole day jumped and I lost a perfect training slot, and now I’m irrationally annoyed at that clock, but I still keep using it.

What really got me hooked was that little loop where you tune a girl like she’s a lewd instrument for those master duels. You grind her obedience, sharpen her sexual skills, then toss her into a match and hope she can outslut the other trainer’s pet. One duel I lost hard because I focused too much on making her a good obedient maid and almost ignored her actual erotic technique. Watching her stand there, blushing, not knowing how to move her hips while the opponent’s girl rode like a porn pro was hilariously humiliating. For her and for me. I went back and changed her schedule: morning oral, afternoon anal practice, evening “special service” with restraints, then a little cuddle session at night so she doesn’t mentally snap. She still complains sometimes, and that tiny pout before she kneels again is exactly the kind of kawaii corruption I collect in my head like trading cards. If you want to squeeze every spicy drop, treat the schedule like a puzzle: mix cruelty with care, push her into filthy training when you see a stat plateau, then pull back and spoil her a bit so she clings to you instead of running in her mind. Use the duels as your exam, use the bed as your classroom, and never trust that stupid clock to behave.