Mila and her guy look like that couple you see on Instagram, all fake smiles and “date night” posts, but when you actually get inside their story here you feel how dead the fire is. Sex life on life support, zero spark, just routine. And instead of fixing anything normal way, she basically opens the darkest tabs in her own brain and lets them run wild. It starts slow, like harmless flirting in her head, and pretty fast you realize “ok, this girl’s kink folder is mostly anal, control, and being treated like a pretty little toy.” Not gonna lie, the game is kinda honest about how ugly and hot that can be at the same time. One moment she’s shy and guilty, next moment she’s spread, gagged, and calling some stranger “sir” while her boyfriend is literally the least relevant person in the room.

What I like is that it really leans into those three paths instead of pretending everything is one-size-fits-all. NTR stuff here is not soft. There is humiliation, there is that sick twist in your stomach when she looks her man in the eyes after getting wrecked by someone else and you can tell she likes him helpless. One scene had her bent over a couch, ass up, while she’s on voice call with her boyfriend, acting all innocent, and the guy behind her is just ramming her ass and whispering in her ear to talk sweeter. That kind of scummy detail is what sold it for me. The “loyal” route is like a weird lab experiment. Same girl, same obsession with anal toys, but everything is “our dirty secret” with her boyfriend. She still pushes herself into extreme stuff, begging for bigger toys, double penetration, getting off on the pain and loss of control, but the emotional flavor changes. Less betrayal, more “I’m your filthy slut and only yours.” Still, sometimes it feels tamer emotionally, even when she’s got three things inside her and can barely speak. NTS, the “sharing” route, kinda sits between the two. She gets passed around, used by groups, gangbang scenes, collars, knees on the floor, ass used first like it’s standard policy, but she keeps looking back at her man like “see what you did to me.” Some people will call it wholesome. Those people are lying.

AI generated art gives everything this slightly unreal, hentai fever-dream look. Faces too pretty, asses too perfect, tears on cheeks while she’s clearly enjoying it way too much. Sometimes the characters change a bit between scenes and it’s a little janky, like a porn multiverse where everyone looks 5 percent different every time, but honestly it also makes the corruption feel weirder, like reality is bending with her kinks. There’s a ton of group scenes where she’s the center of attention and not in a gentle way. Picture her pinned down, a hand around her throat, another spreading her cheeks, one guy in her ass, another waiting, everybody talking about her like she’s a toy on sale, not a person. Or she’s ordered to lick herself clean after they ruin her, and you get that mix of shame and need on her face. Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected: small dialogue options turn a teasing moment into full-on domination, or keep her in that “I shouldn’t be doing this” zone instead of complete mindbreak. I do wish there was one route where she just takes charge and flips the script, but no, this game clearly decided her ass belongs to everyone except her, and honestly, for what it’s trying to be, that stubborn focus kind of works. Just don’t come here expecting romance. It’s about a bored girl finding out that getting used, especially from behind, is exactly what wakes her up, and then watching her run way past the line where she said she’d stop.

Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.

I didn’t expect a porn VN to remind me of old YouTube prank videos and shitty MSN chats at the same time, but this one kinda does. Early 2000s vibe hits right away: chunky phones, ugly clothes, random posters that look like they were stolen from Limewire, and three girls who are absolutely not ready for “professional” porn at all, which is why I liked them. They’re messy, horny, loud, and half the time they’re laughing in the middle of a blowjob like it’s a blooper reel. You’re this clueless fisherman with big himbo energy, trying to pretend you know what you’re doing while these girls drag you into making “content.” Every scene feels like a mix of awkward home video and real romance, like someone put softcore cable TV and a shitty cam show in a blender and forgot the lid.

What really made me stay was how the game treats the lewd stuff like it’s normal life, not some sacred ritual. One moment she’s joking about your clothes smelling like fish, next moment she’s sliding down to your lap, stroking you slow with one hand, still talking trash about your haircut. There’s this scene on a shitty old couch where two of the girls are arguing about camera angles, and you’re sitting there with your dick out, and then one just shrugs, climbs on your lap and starts grinding while the other keeps filming and giggling. It feels like you’re all just playing around, but then the animation hits that perfect rhythm and her ass is bouncing in your face and it suddenly gets way too hot. Bodies look thick in a good way, tits that actually move when they get grabbed, asses that don’t look copy-pasted. Sometimes the faces go a bit weird during certain angles, then the next shot is gorgeous and you forget you were just judging it two seconds ago.

I like how the group scenes never feel like some cold porn studio script. There’s one moment where all three girls are crowded around you in this tiny room, joking about “auditions,” and they start teasing one by one. One is rubbing her chest against your back, another is on her knees working your shaft with slow, lazy strokes, the third is just there to whisper the filthiest things in your ear like she’s trying to brainwash you. It’s cute and fucked up at the same time. They’ll laugh, shove each other around, smack your ass for no reason, then suddenly get serious and look at you like you belong to them and only them. That’s the part that hits my yandere brain, honestly. They pretend it’s all fun and business, but the way they look jealous when someone else gets more attention? Yeah. If this was real life, somebody would slash someone’s tires. Sex scenes feel like they’re halfway between a joke and a confession, and you’re stuck in the middle, leaking all over their hands while they decide how far they want to go on camera this time. I kept pausing just to stare at their bodies like a creep and then pretending it was for “plot,” but whatever, that’s their fault for making it this horny and stupid and sweet at the same time.

You wander through this dead, sunburned Egypt where the sand is full of bones and broken tech, and somehow your biggest problem keeps becoming “who am I fucking tonight and how hard.” The game throws you in as this desert scavenger who is supposed to be hunting relics and old-world junk, but every time you push deeper into the ruins you just keep stumbling into more messed up, horny situations. One second you are negotiating with some half-feral tribal girl who wants water, the next second she is on her knees between your legs in a crumbling temple, sand dust falling from the ceiling while she gags on your cock and tries to keep eye contact like it’s some kind of ritual. The story pretends to care about fate, old gods, this artifact that can twist the future and all that, but the real tension is always “do you ruin this person, or do you pretend to be her savior while still using her body.” It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are playing with a broken toy that still smiles at you.

What actually keeps it interesting is how many different flavors of messed up it has. You have girls who melt the second you humiliate them in front of others, being dragged by a collar through a ruined street while people stare. You have this strict, icy woman who acts like she owns you, spitting orders and making you lick her feet, only for you to later chain her up in some underground chamber and fuck her until she cries and drools milk all over herself. One girl is shy and flat, another stacked and leaking, and the game really doesn’t care if you want to turn the whole ruined pyramid complex into your personal harem, breeding them, sharing them with your allies, or letting them “serve” as slaves in some filthy market. Sometimes the sex is slow and almost tender, bodies pressed together on dusty sheets in a half-collapsed apartment, sometimes it jumps into full-on horror, with blood, screaming, and you still hard while something awful drips down her thighs. You get pissing scenes in dirty showers, public use in alleys, group scenes in torch-lit chambers where everybody is sweaty and no one really knows who is fucking who anymore. There are moments where you feel like a monster, forcing a girl to strip in front of her own family, or making a daughter watch what you do to her mother, and the game just lets that hang there, no hand holding, no “good boy” message, just your choices and the way these broken people cling to you anyway. Then five minutes later you are clicking through some dialog that feels like it came from a hentai shitpost and laughing because it is so blunt and stupid. It is rough, filthy, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but it sticks in your head like the taste of sweat and sand on someone’s skin.

Guy sees one weird ad on his phone, taps it like an idiot, and suddenly his whole life is tits, rules, and women who talk to him like he’s a toy they bought on Amazon. That’s pretty much the vibe of Femdom Academy. It feels like one of those shady mobile apps that tries to flirt with you in push notifications, except this time the flirting turns into a full school system built around you being the rare guy in a country full of horny, bossy women who think “consent form” is just a warm up. The setting is this strict academy where you’re the male transfer student, and every hallway is a trap. You’re staring up at teachers with big tits pressed against the desk, classmates who pretend to be sweet girls but tighten the metaphorical collar the second you say something stupid, and prefect-types who show up after classes to check if you did your “obedience homework”. Half the time you’re trying to be smooth and spit some pickup line like you’re on Bumble, half the time you’re on your knees wondering how the hell a math quiz turned into a blowjob test with a vibrator involved.

What I liked a lot is how the game actually lets you mess up your “game”. You try to be charming, throw out a line you’d use on Tinder, and instead of a cheesy romance answer you get a sharp smile and, boom, she’s pushing your head right into her thigh and telling you exactly how you’re going to make up for that cheesy shit. There’s this scene in a study room, for example, where you can try to compliment a girl’s ass in a cocky way. If you aim it right, she leans back in her chair, spreads her legs slow, pulls a toy from her bag like it’s just a pen, and starts teasing herself while making you watch. If you aim it wrong, she calls over another girl, they both sit on your face one after the other and keep talking about your “presentation skills” like it’s a normal group project. The whole POV thing hits harder here because the camera keeps you low, looking up at their thighs, their hands in your hair, drool and lipstick and that slight cruel smile when they know they’ve got you. There’s a lesbian angle running in the background too, some girls playing with each other while using you as furniture, and you catch tiny glimpses of jealousy or softness when they think you’re not looking. But every time you think “oh, she’s actually nice”, she tightens a collar, grabs your chin and makes you hold eye contact while she uses a vibrator on you until your legs shake. It’s rough, a bit crazy, sometimes emotional in a weird way, and very obviously about you being the rare dick in a world of confident women who want everything from handjobs in the locker room to full-on group scenes in the dorm, on their terms, at their pace, with your role locked in as the willing, horny, slightly overwhelmed toy who keeps coming back for more.

First thing that hit me with this one was how casual it feels, like some horny side project that got out of hand in the best way. You drop into this Dragon Ball world as some dude yanked from another reality, and instead of saving planets you’re mostly trying to not get crushed between curves and power levels. It’s very “yeah yeah, plot, now let’s see what Android 18 looks like when you push her patience too far”. And it works. The 3D girls have that Koikatsu flavor, kind of doll-like but expressive enough that when Videl rolls her eyes at you, you actually feel like you earned that disrespect. Then three clicks later she’s on your lap talking way sweeter than she should, like your choices actually mattered even when they kind of didn’t. I kept clicking through scenes on autopilot and suddenly realized I’m min-maxing affection points like it’s some horny JRPG, while chilled music in the background makes it feel way more wholesome than it actually is. The soundtrack is funny in a good way, it’s lo-fi chill beats that sound like something from a 24/7 YouTube study playlist, playing over a blowjob scene. My brain was confused but also very okay with it.

The game is still rough though, and honestly that’s part of the charm. Some menus feel like they were slapped together in Ren’Py at 3 in the morning, buttons in weird places, a log that you forget exists, auto mode that goes too fast that one time and you never tweak it again. You move from Bulma teasing you in the lab, straight into Chi-Chi scolding you like a strict mom and then suddenly it’s full-on sexual and you’re like “okay, that escalated fast, but fine”. Sometimes the pacing is all over the place: one route with Android 21 takes its time, lots of flirting and little touches, and then in another scene with Android 17 it’s like he barely gives you space to breathe before you’re dragged into something you absolutely shouldn’t be enjoying, but you are. I had one moment where Videl is talking all serious about your isekai situation, and in the background the chill track is looping this same snare hit that sounds weirdly off-beat. It drove me insane. I kept thinking about that tiny sound instead of her boobs, which feels like a crime for an adult game. I never fixed it, just kept playing with this small annoyance poking my ear like a mosquito. Still, there’s this one route with 18 where she starts out cold as ice, you pick the slightly smug answers, push her just enough, and by the time she’s grinding on you while pretending she’s still in control, the lo-fi track swirling gently in the back, it all clicks. Messy, horny, kind of stupid in spots, but it scratches that “I shouldn’t enjoy fucking up the Dragon Ball canon this much” itch perfectly.

Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

Lucas walks back into that rich boy nightmare house like he never wanted to see it again, and suddenly there’s this “new” stepmom waiting who looks like a porn ad clicked on itself and turned real. Isabelly acts all gentle and polite at first, soft voice, careful smile, texting someone on her phone while pretending to care about his feelings, but everything about her feels wrong in a really good way. The mansion feels cold, huge, empty, and then she’s there in these tight outfits, sitting too close on the couch, touching his arm for no reason, asking him about his old room like she wants to imagine what he did in that bed. Game hits that mix of guilt and lust hard. You’re supposed to be dealing with dead family vibes and “rebuilding bonds”, but the writing constantly shoves you back toward “ok, but what if I just fuck her and ruin everything”.

The phone stuff is what actually hooked me. It’s not just a random menu. She’s on her mobile all the time, like a teenager trapped in a milf body, sending half-innocent selfies that are maybe not so innocent when you stare longer. You check her gallery and it feels like spying, but then she leaves it unlocked on purpose. And yeah, the ntr angle kicks in through that, because you start seeing messages from your dad, from other men, from “unknown” contacts that send her dick pics and money screenshots. Sometimes the game just hits you with a new notification in the corner while you’re trying to be a good son, and it’s this slow, ugly jealousy that builds up. You’re reading dirty chat logs between her and your own father and you still want her more. That’s the fucked up magic right there. I hated it and kept going. That’s on me, I guess.

AI cg is weird here in a good way. Faces shift a bit from scene to scene, expressions feel a little “too perfect”, like she’s an Instagram filter that learned how to talk. In Unreal terms it’s like someone dropped a high quality texture pack on top of a messy prototype and said “yeah, ship it”. Shadows are off sometimes, proportions slip, but it actually sells the fantasy that Isabelly is not totally real, like she’s a curated persona. When she drops the milf act and the futa reveal happens, it doesn’t feel like a twist the game announces with fireworks. It’s just there. She whips it out like it’s the most normal thing in the world and looks at you like you’re the weird one for being shocked. Sex scenes after that are brutal in the humiliating way: she pushes you around, uses your body, calls you sweet names while fucking you like trash, and the game really enjoys making you watch her chat other guys from her bed, still sticky with your cum. One scene on the balcony actually pissed me off: you’re on your knees, she’s stroking herself, city lights behind, and she’s sending a selfie to some other dude while you’re literally right there licking her clean. I alt-tabbed to Telegram to complain to a friend, then went right back in. Story keeps pretending you have a “choice”, but every path feels like you’re walking deeper into her web. I’d change that fake freedom thing, but they won’t, and maybe that’s the point.

Japan in this game feels like someone took a horny sci fi reddit thread, fed it into ChatGPT on a bad day, then handed it to a very pervy writer with a school uniform fetish and a grudge. You land there as this kinda average 19-year-old dude, supposed to be an exchange student, pretending you care about classes while your brain is just full of your crush Julie’s tits and that tight ass she keeps pretending she doesn’t notice you staring at. Of course she brings her cute friend Alice, who acts like a good girl but gives you those tiny side glances that say “choke me a little, please.” On top of that, there is this whole mystery about Julie’s missing sister and a company that makes hyper realistic sex dolls, but half the time I kept forgetting about the plot because the game keeps throwing you in situations where you are either groping, being teased, or trying not to cum in your pants in some school hallway. The tone jumps around like crazy: one moment you flirt shyly in a classroom, next you are slapping a doll’s ass raw and making her call you master while your friend is in the next room. That mix actually works better than it should. It feels messy and dirty, in a good way.

The whole “Love Dolls” company thing is the part that stuck with me. Those dolls are basically walking sex toys with soft skin, big tits, big asses, and eyes that look a bit too human when you tell them to open their mouth wider and they just obey without question. They are made to be used, to be trained, to be humiliated. You can press them against a wall, pull their hair, force their legs apart, make them kneel on a cold floor and clean your dick with their tongue while you stare down like they’re nothing. There is this one scene where you are still acting like the innocent foreign student on the outside but behind a locked door you are pushing a doll face down on a school desk, fingers digging into her hips, pounding her so hard the animation actually sells the impact. Her tits bounce, her ass jiggles, she moans like a broken toy, and you know very well you are not supposed to be doing this in a place with textbooks and chalkboards. That mix of “I shouldn’t” and “I really, really will” is where the game shines. It goes from gentle teasing and soft kisses with your crush to rough anal with a doll chained to a bed, and the game barely blinks. You get moments of romance, then suddenly you’re strapping a toy to a girl, making her ride it until she’s shaking, and the MC is just watching with this fucked up curiosity like “what else can I do to her?” It’s not subtle, it’s not classy, and it absolutely doesn’t pretend to be. Which is kind of perfect for what it is.