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.

Kasumi here feels like someone dragged a Dead or Alive shrine into a cheap motel room and left you alone with it, in the dark, with nothing but your horny brain and this tiny little red bar that slowly, quietly judges you. She’s lying there, anime-perfect, big soft tits just barely covered, eyes closed like some idol that got trapped between dreams and hentai. The whole thing feels a bit like poking at a sleeping god, except the “god” is a ninja girl and the apocalypse is her waking up and kicking your balls through your spine. Which is kind of hot too, but the game doesn’t let you go that far. It’s all about this tension. Your mouse becomes a guilty hand, creeping across her body while that red bar crawls up and you’re thinking “just one more squeeze, just a bit more, maybe it won’t hit the top this time” and then it does and she stirs like you just read a forbidden page from Necronomicon and mispronounced everything.

I love how simple and cruel it is. No big tutorial, no “here is your objective, brave hero”. You already know what you want. You hover. You touch. You drag along the curve of her huge chest, wait for the moan, watch the bar jump like some cursed heartbeat. In my head it’s not just Kasumi, it’s like some eldritch sleep ritual. You try to find that rhythm where you can grope forever without waking the thing that should not be awake. Sometimes I get in this weird trance, watching her breathing, poking her nipples and then stopping right on the edge. It feels like edging, but for her consciousness. There are moments where it gets annoying, though. The bar fills too fast sometimes, in a way that doesn’t match how gentle you’re trying to be, so you get this silly frustration, like “hey, I barely touched you, I’ve done worse things on a crowded bus” and the game’s like “nope, failed, start again.” Animation is fine, but I kinda wish there was more reaction than just tiny changes. You’re there, worshipping those massive tits like some cultist under a blood moon, and she barely twitches. It gets funny, in a broken-brain way. You end up roleplaying in your head to fill the gaps the game leaves. Kasumi as some sleeping avatar of lust, you as the doomed priest trying not to wake the thing. Touch, pause, breath, touch, stop. The whole experience is basically one long, guilty, pervy heartbeat stretched over her chest. I kept telling myself I’d stop after the next “almost full” bar. I didn’t.

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.

You know that feeling when a quiz game suddenly stops being about knowledge and turns into pure filth? That’s this one. It pretends to test your One Piece memory, but really it’s just teasing you, dangling the promise of Nami’s tits or Robin’s long legs if you get the answer right. And when you do - holy shit, the reward screens hit hard. They don’t waste time on softcore nonsense; it’s straight into sweaty, raw, “I can’t believe they animated that” territory. You’ll see these girls the way Luffy never could: stripped of all that pirate dignity, moaning like they’ve forgotten what the Grand Line even is. It’s the kind of thing that makes you pause for a second, grin, then click “next” because you know you’re already too deep in.

The art’s inconsistent in that messy, charming way that old Flash stuff used to be. Some shots look like they were drawn by someone who really *loves* boobs - like, religiously. Others look like the artist got distracted halfway through a nipple. But that’s part of the charm. It’s dirty, a bit amateurish, and somehow that makes it feel more personal. You’re not looking at a studio product; you’re peeking into someone’s fantasy. The moans aren’t perfectly synced, the colors bleed a little, and you can tell whoever made it didn’t care about polish - they cared about making Nami get railed until her eyes roll back. And honestly? Respect.

There’s something oddly nostalgic about the way it mixes trivia with porn. Like it’s daring you to prove you’re a “real fan” before you get to see Vivi taking it from behind. You’ll curse when you miss a question, laugh when you guess right by accident, and maybe, just maybe, start to appreciate how stupidly fun it is to earn your smut. It’s not high art. It’s not subtle. It’s just One Piece characters fucking, and sometimes that’s exactly what you want.