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.

Corrupt My Harem feels like watching a horny ethics lecture get slowly possessed by a demon and then deciding, ok fine, maybe consent is a bit… bendy tonight. You play this pretty standard anime boy who suddenly has access to dark magic that can poke around in people’s feelings, twist their shame, blow up their desire, and basically push them toward you. Not with subtle romance, more like “what if I slide a little corruption into that nice girl’s heart and see how fast she starts imagining choking and public sex.” That kind of vibe. The story pretends to ask things like “is this wrong?” but in practice it mostly asks “how far can we push this girl until she breaks in a hot way?” and then you click the darker option and, surprise, it actually goes there. As a gender studies person I should say “this is morally troubling” and yeah, it absolutely is, but also I still clicked the nasty choices first every time and then sat there staring at the screen like: alright, I’m the problem.

The fun part isn’t really the demon itself, it’s how the women slide down that corrupted slope. Early scenes are pretty soft: slightly naughty flirting, underwear shots, some teasing about being “too innocent.” You prod their emotions a bit, make them feel safe, or jealous, or curious, and then the script starts turning that into kinks. There is a really sharp moment where one girl is obviously uncomfortable, but you use the power to tweak her guilt into arousal and suddenly she is moaning while calling herself a slut and begging you not to stop. It’s fucked up, and the game knows it’s fucked up, but it does not pump the brakes. The harem angle is shameless: you are not building equal partners, you are stacking pretty toys around you and rewiring them until they feel lucky to be used. Sometimes it pretends to be a romance, with lines about “belonging to each other,” then five clicks later she is kneeling, crying from pleasure, thanking you for ruining her. That jump is wild, and kind of the whole point. I wish one route actually let a girl resist properly and stay resistant, but of course that would kill the fantasy, so it never really happens. The closest you get is temporary pushback before they melt into your hand again. Literally and metaphorically.

From a gender theory angle it is like a crash course in how power and desire tangle, just with a lot more cum. You’re not seducing, you’re hacking the emotional OS. The text leans hard on ideas like “she always wanted this deep down,” which is basically the classic porn excuse for non-consensual vibes, and it made me roll my eyes, then keep reading, then masturbate, then open Twitter and complain about patriarchy. I like how the corruption is emotional first and sexual second: jealousy, insecurity, need for approval, all inflated until they shift into exhibitionism, submission, even enjoying being shared. There is a scene where you dial up a girl’s fear of being abandoned so much that she offers her body to keep you, and the writing lingers on her shaking hands and wet thighs in a way that is almost cruel. It never really gives women a political voice, but it does give them a lot of sexual voice: they talk dirty, confess their fantasies, beg for more, describe what they feel in their bodies. It is still your fantasy, not theirs, but at least it lets them be loud and messy, not just silent dolls. I kind of hate how much that works on me. Also, tiny note that annoyed me: breasts get way more narrative attention than any other body part, to the point that one intense corruption scene almost gets derailed because the text can’t stop talking about nipples. I was like, yes, I get it, they’re hard, can we go back to her mind collapsing, please. Anyway, if you’re looking for soft, balanced, mutual romance, this is the wrong address. If you want to see “harem” turned into a laboratory for controlling desire, with demons as your research grant, it hits that fantasy embarrassingly well.

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.

Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.