Trueclash feels like someone mixed a queer dating sim with sweaty MMA gym drama and then forgot to make it “nice” for parents. I opened it thinking, ok, maybe it is just romance with some punches in background, something like those tame otome mobile games on Google Play. No. Here you are a trainer in this crazy violent tournament world and everybody is half naked all the time, covered in bruises and horny mood. The story keeps asking you who you want to fuck and who you want to push to become champion, and sometimes it is honestly the same answer. One match you are helping this huge bara fighter stretch his legs and the camera just stays on his thighs way too long, like the game is winking at you. Then later you are sitting in a tiny locker room with a cocky girl fighter, she has ice on her ribs and suddenly she starts asking if you look at her ass when she trains. I mean, of course the game lets you answer yes. It almost feels offended if you say no.

What surprised me is that it is not just “click sex scene get reward”. The whole thing remembers your bullshit. I tried lying to one of the gay guys, told him I believed in his “pure technique” and not just his body, and then much later in another scene he literally threw my own words back at me while grinding on top of me after a victory. “You like my technique, right, coach?” and then the dialogue gives an option to beg him to go slower, which I clicked, then he ignored it completely and fucked harder. Honestly kinda hot, but also I felt called out like on Twitter. The lesbian routes felt different again, more emotional, but still explicit. There is this quiet girl who seems shy the whole time, then after a bloody match she pulls you into the showers, slams you against the tiles and tells you she is tired of pretending you are “just helping with training”. Water everywhere, her breathing in your ear, and the text really goes into detail with fingers and tongues. For a so-called “visual novel” it is weirdly physical, you almost smell the sweat. And the city outside the arena, Vibrant City or whatever, I thought it would be safe place, but even in the streets the flirting is aggressive, like everyone is two sentences away from dragging you into an alley.

Sometimes it annoyed me, I admit. There is one guy path, super built, totally my type, and the game keeps teasing him with soft scenes, sharing a protein shake, watching some stupid MMA meme clips on TikTok together, but then the actual first sex scene with him is locked behind some earlier choice where you had to be kind of an asshole to someone else. I only found that out because I reloaded a way older save and suddenly he shows up in my room, sweaty from late training, asking if I can “help him cool down” and I was like where was this before. So you really feel that “echo” thing. Also the writing can jump: one moment serious talk about trauma and abuse in the sport, next moment his dick is in your mouth and there is a bad joke about chokeholds. As a parent I should probably say this is bad influence and too adult and whatever, but honestly I kept clicking, muttering “just one more scene” like some horny teenager again. It is messy, queer in all directions, half romance and half porn, and it kind of crawled into my head in a way those more polished, safe LGBT games never do.

You start as this nobody in a school full of assholes, basically wallpaper that can hold a bag. People bump into you in the corridor and don’t even say sorry, teachers misread your name every single time, and the only time anyone looks at you is when they need a free note from last lesson. Then the game quietly puts this “tool” in your hands. No tutorial, no glowing button, just a weird interface, some profiles, and the feeling that someone is watching you from behind the screen. It looks almost boring at first, like some cheap chat app or a bad school portal, and then you send one message and the story flips from “sad nerd” to “oh shit, I can actually break people.”

The fun part is how much of it lives inside text and your imagination. You are not walking around with WASD or anything, you are sitting in your room, reading and typing, going through chats with classmates, teachers, that weird girl everybody calls a freak, the thot who lives on Instagram, the strict class rep who pretends she hates attention. The game lets you poke inside their heads, first gently, then deeper, then way too deep. You use pressure, little lies, blackmail, secret pics, their own kinks they try to hide. One moment you are just convincing a girl to send a “harmless” selfie after school. Next moment you are telling her exactly how to touch herself while she tries to keep her voice down because her parents are in the next room. The writing is so casual it hurts. No big description of “her luscious curves” bullshit, just things like “her hand shakes near her skirt as she waits for your next message” and your brain fills the rest.

Sometimes you play the big dominant asshole, pushing them to call you “sir” or “master,” making them kneel in the empty classroom they thought they locked, forcing them to write “I am your slave” fifty times instead of homework. And then the game flips and throws a girl at you who is way more broken than you are. She reads your messages like you are the toy, not her, and you realize you walked into her trap. There are scenes where she orders you to describe your own kink in detail, mocks your hard-on through the screen, then uses your own fucked up fantasies to turn you into the obedient one. She’ll tell you to put your phone on speaker, pull your cock out and stroke only when she texts “go,” punish you when you slip, and it feels unfair because you thought you were in control. I loved that. I hated that. No, actually I loved that. The whole “mind control” thing is not just hypnosis magic, it’s the way text can slowly twist someone’s brain, and the game is kind of rude about how easy it actually is. You blackmail a shy girl with stolen screenshots until she agrees to meet in a dark classroom, hands on the desk, ass out, and when you finally slide your hand under her panties and make her jerk you off with those shaking fingers, you realize she isn’t just scared, she is getting addicted to obeying.

There are some nice AI-style images popping up here and there to glue the fantasy to your brain, but they never explain why one girl’s hair suddenly looks slightly different from another angle and it annoys me every single time. Also the phone notification sound is slightly off, like some cheap Android clone, and it drove me crazy, but I never muted it anyway. You go from reading stupid school gossip to ordering a girl to record herself choking on a dildo in the school bathroom, and then later she casually sends you a pic of her wearing her uniform with the shirt open, collar pulled up like a leash, pupils wide like she’s high, waiting for your next command. The game often pretends you have this big “moral choice” but we both know you are here to corrupt everyone, including yourself. And it works: by the time you have one girl calling you “owner,” another one blackmailing you right back, and a third one begging you in private chat to make her your personal pet so she doesn’t have to think anymore, you’re not really sure if you’re the villain, the victim, or just the pervert sitting behind the keyboard, grinning at a bunch of text boxes like it’s the most important thing in your life. Which it kind of becomes, at least while the game is running.