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.

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.

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.

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.