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.

Misty always looked a bit too innocent on my old Game Boy screen, and this thing takes that memory, rips it open, and fucks right through it. Here she’s still the redhead gym girl with the smug little attitude, but the story pretends there are “secret water training techniques” that totally just mean she has to pay for losing a battle with her body. No bullshit, the whole setup is basically: you lost, you either hand over your Pokémon or you spread your legs and take what’s coming. Guess which one the game cares about. It starts almost soft, with her trying to act all proud and stubborn, small tits pushed out, shorts hanging tight on her hips, promising she won’t back down. Then the camera cuts closer, you see her eyes shake when the guy pulls out this stupidly big cock that clearly doesn’t fit anywhere, and it suddenly feels like every “kid-safe” memory of the anime just got dragged into a dirty back alley behind some cheap internet café.

What got me was how they play with her expression when the actual penetration starts. There is this one moment, when he pushes into her pussy for the first time, and she’s half biting her lip, half trying not to cry out. Not fake hentai moaning, but that messy mix of “this hurts” and “I’m so fucking turned on and I hate that I am”. Fingers working her first, sliding between her legs, opening her up, while she keeps glancing at her pokéball like she’s hoping it will just magically save her. It doesn’t. You get these close-ups of his fingers glistening, then suddenly he rams into her and her whole body arches, her small chest bouncing in this almost awkward way that somehow feels more real than big anime balloons. At one point he flips her for anal and she tries to crawl away on her hands and knees, and he just grabs her hips and pulls her back onto him. That first push into her ass is brutal, her mouth wide open, no sound for a second, then that broken little gasp. I swear I paused there once, not because it was too much, but because I wanted to see every tiny muscle in her face trying to decide if this is shame or pleasure.

And yeah, it gets nastier. He uses her like a training tool. Quick thrusts, slow thrusts, pulls out to smack his cock on her flushed little pussy lips, then shoves it back in, while she’s begging him not to cum inside, which of course he absolutely does. Cum dripping out of her, then another round, then he goes for the face. The final facial is just straight up filthy: thick white mess all over her cheeks, nose, even caught in her eyelashes, while she pants and blinks like she can’t see shit. A bit of it lands on her hair too, that bright orange-red now streaked with semen, and she just looks wrecked. Not broken, not “I’m secretly loving it” in some goofy anime way, more like “I’ll remember this fight every time I hold a pokéball.” It’s rough, it’s horny, it doesn’t pretend to be romantic or fair. Just Misty pushed into a corner and fucked from every angle until her pride, and pretty much everything else, is dripping.

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.

First impression: I clicked this thing expecting some dumb meme parody and suddenly I’m stuck in a dark, shitty basement with horny robot furries that look like they crawled out of a forgotten FNaF fan forum and got lost on Pornhub. The game really leans into that “security guard stuck in a cursed place with bad lighting and worse decisions” vibe, but here the jumpscares are less about getting killed and more about getting pinned, grabbed, and teased until you stop pretending you’re not into it. One moment I’m staring at some cheap monitor, checking cameras like I’m working a night shift I didn’t sign up for, and next moment I hear those slow metallic footsteps coming closer, and instead of fear my brain goes, “Ok, but what if she actually catches me?” That mix of tension and horny is very stupid and somehow perfect. There’s this one scene where you’re trying to keep a door locked while this big-titted animatronic girl is on the other side, whispering shit that should not sound this hot coming from a robot, and all the while you’re juggling power, timers, and your own self control that dies in the first five minutes anyway.

It plays like a messed-up visual novel slipped into a FNaF-style wrapper. You get these dialogue choices where you can pretend to be professional and then two clicks later you’re asking a furry robot with massive boobs if touching her chassis counts as harassment. Sometimes the choices feel like they don’t matter, then suddenly one weird answer unlocks a scene where she drags you down below, sits on your lap and uses that cold, hard body in a way that makes you forget how to breathe. The pacing is strange in a good way; there’s quiet moments where you’re just watching cameras and listening to distant noises, almost meditative, almost like those focus apps, then the game slams you into a hentai-style close up of slick metal and soft flesh pressed together. I really liked how some scenes tease you for too long, but also I hated it, because I caught myself alt-tabbing to Telegram and Discord just to cool down, then coming back because I “wanted to see another route” which was a lie. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me, the font in some dialogue feels weirdly cheap, like someone forgot to change a default, and I kept staring at it expecting it to fix itself. It never did. The parody side sometimes goes too far, like it throws a reference that almost hits the mark, then trips over it, but that awkwardness kind of fits; like a horny fanfic that somehow became a real game. In the end you’re just alone with the monitor glow, hearing servos whir in the dark, knowing that if you mess up, you won’t die, you’ll just get fucked silly by giant-titted furry robots in a basement that smells like oil and bad decisions. Dare to keep the lights off.