RuleUniverse feels like someone mashed Dragon Ball fanfiction, horny Twitter art and a half-finished Ren’Py project, then accidentally made it kind of addictive. You start as this lonely overachiever kid that reads like every shonen protagonist in history, then a demon scientist pops up and says, “hey, let’s stuff your body with DNA from the strongest fighters in the universe, what could go wrong.” It’s delightfully stupid in that fanfic way, but precisely because of that, it works. The game knows it’s a parody, it doesn’t try to pretend it’s “deep”, and then it suddenly throws in a line about destiny or guiding the universe and you’re like… alright, Toriyama-with-horny-mods, calm down.

The real fun is how transparently it worships its women. Bulma, Chi-Chi, Android 18, that whole legendary boob-and-ass pantheon is here, clearly shaped by someone who grew up pausing VHS at the worst places. The models are 3D and exaggerated as hell: huge tits, fat asses, those shiny anime lips that just scream “she’s going to suck him off in like two clicks.” Animated scenes actually move, not just two stiff characters rubbing like broken Sims; you get thrusting, jiggling, drool, that soft spit string when you pull out from a blowjob, all the little pervy details that tell you the dev really wanted this for themselves first. One moment you’re doing basic combat with ki blasts and energy auras, the next you’re balls-deep in Bulma in a lab, with wires and science junk in the background like that somehow makes it ethical. And the combat’s funny: it pretends to be serious, but all you’re thinking is “okay, how many fights until I unlock the next sex scene with Android 18.” Sometimes the sandbox part feels less like a “world” and more like a small playground with a fence around it, but the loops of walking around, clicking, triggering small events, slowly unlocking more lewd stuff… it scratched that same spot as old flash games I used to sneak at school on shitty browsers.

I kinda love how messy it is. The romance tries to act sentimental for a second, then five lines later you’re face-fucking a milf with magic powers while she moans like someone recorded it in a bathroom on a cheap mic. Dialog swings from “I will guide the universe” to “fuck me harder” without the slightest shame. Exploration is simple, a little repetitive, but I still kept wandering, poking every corner hoping there’s a hidden event where Chi-Chi finally snaps and rides the protagonist like he’s the last Saiyan on earth. Some text sounds like it was written at midnight by a dude half-remembering DBZ arcs from YouTube AMVs, which, honestly, is the right energy. I do wish the world reacted more to what you do, like if you bang Bulma enough, Vegeta starts showing up mad or something, but I know that kind of feature is exactly the thing that stays in the dev’s “maybe later” notes forever. Still, when you’re watching Android 18 slowly drop to her knees after you save her in a fight and she rewards you with this sloppy, animated blowjob, with her tits barely contained and that quiet smug smile when she swallows, it hits the trashy, horny, teen-power-fantasy nerve in a very specific way. It’s not elegant. It’s not smart. It’s like a wet doujin turned half-game, half-daydream, and somehow that’s exactly why it sticks.

Grace waking up with a blank month in her head sounds kinda basic at first, but this thing leans into that “what the hell did I do?” vibe in a very horny way. It is like checking your old phone gallery after a drunk weekend, except every folder you open is another step toward finding out you were a total degenerate and also kind of loving it. You’re not running around or doing fancy combos, you’re just clicking through rooms, screens, phones, little icons, but every click feels like peeling clothes off her memory. Sometimes you hit a dead end and there’s nothing there except a lame hint, then suddenly one tiny clickable detail opens a video where Grace is on her knees, mascara messy, tits out, going down on some dude like she’s been doing it her whole life. And then she looks right at the camera, like she’s looking at you across time. That hit me harder than it should. Maybe because I was on Discord in another window pretending to answer work messages while actually edging to a save file named “folder_03_final_FINAL2”.

The 2D art sells her body really hard. She has that thick build that gacha devs keep putting on SSR units just to make people like me poor. Big soft chest that bounces even in stills because your brain fills the motion in, ass that takes half the screen in some angles, and every time you unlock a new pose it feels like pulling a rare. Sometimes the angle is awkward and you see too much of a shoulder or some weird line, but I still clicked back into the scene three times to see her riding guy’s cock, panties pushed aside, then sliding off with this lazy smile and cum dripping out. There’s a lot of focus on hands too, which surprised me. Like she’s stroking herself while watching one of her own videos, fingers shiny, thighs pressed together, and the camera just sits there on her hand doing slow circles around her pussy. Not even trying to be subtle. Meanwhile I’m there, one hand on mouse, one hand on my own dick, telling myself “just one more scene” like some broken mobile game addict. The oral shots get really filthy when she’s choking around the tip, spit strings everywhere, and I swear the first time she swallowed and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand I actually paused and laughed because I’d just seen that exact thing in a random TikTok thirst trap. Then I unpaused and went right back to it.

What really messed with me was how the story and the porn sort of gaslight you. At first you feel like you’re helping this poor girl figure out who messed with her, checking mails, clicking little text logs, going through her PC like an amateur hacker. Then you start unlocking more of those clips with her spreading herself, playing with her clit on cam, doing slow handjobs and whispering shit like “I can’t believe this is me” while moaning way too much for someone who is supposedly shocked. I caught myself thinking “she’s a victim, I should feel bad” while my brain is just “ok but show the creampie again”. There’s one scene where she has her legs over his shoulders and he just keeps pounding, skin slapping loud, and she’s begging him not to cum inside, then you see his cock twitch and the white stuff fills her up anyway. And then later you see Grace, present-time Grace, staring at that same video, hand between her thighs, breathing heavy, pretending she’s grossed out while clearly rubbing herself harder. That’s where I realized the game is not trying to be moral, it just wants you to enjoy this girl slowly admitting she’s into all of it. I could complain about how sometimes you click around too long before getting another good sexual scene and it kills the momentum, but honestly I was already invested, like an idiot rolling gacha for another limited costume. If you want to really squeeze the juice out of it, don’t rush. Sit with each unlocked video, replay from different dialogue choices, watch how her reactions shift from confusion to “fuck it, this turns me on” and let yourself sink into that same shame spiral. It hits harder when you let the build up drag and you’re just there, alone with your browser and a girl on screen who forgot a month of her life and apparently spent all of it fucking and touching herself for the camera.

Christmas comes early in this weird little horny card circus, and it arrives in the shape of a busted casino table covered in nut-stained decks and smug clowns. Imagine taking one of those mobile duel games where you keep drawing shiny cards, smashing them together, thinking about “strategy” like it is chess, then someone grabs your wrist, shoves your dick between pixel tits and says, “yeah yeah good tactics, now cum on the queen.” That is kind of the feeling here. It is like someone asked, “what if we took a serious deck builder and then completely ruined it with horny jokes, harem chaos, and clown faces that stare right into your soul when you misplay.” And somehow it works. Or maybe it doesn’t. I’m not even sure, but my browser history is not proud of me. You build up a deck, you try to make a nice combo, and in the middle of counting multipliers you suddenly care way more about which girl is going to squeeze your cock between her tits if you win the next round. Strategy meets horny brain rot and horny brain obviously wins.

The harem setup sneaks up on you a bit. At first it is just a couple girls teasing you, those 2D drawings with that cheap-but-hot style, like early Newgrounds had a baby with an old hentai flash site. Then you unlock another one, and she has a different “reward” for when you nail the round perfectly. One is all about titfucks, really leaning into that “let me hold your shaft between my boobs while you try to focus on the next hand” vibe. Another is way more into oral, with these long looping scenes where she drags her tongue up and down like she has all the time in the world and you are supposed to somehow play a smart turn while watching that. Penetration shows up too, standard pussy stuff, but laid over the card game in this almost stupid way that somehow becomes charming. You clear a wave, she rides you. You survive a bad draw, she spreads for you. Lose a big round? Back to the menu, dick sad, brain angry, hand still on the mouse like “one more run, I can fix this.” Sometimes the parody of serious card games hits hard, like seeing a big scary boss that is basically just a joker with cum jokes written all over his skills, and sometimes the humor falls flat, but the game does not really care. It keeps throwing new jokers, new card perks, more reasons to edge instead of think.

The jokers are the real degenerates here. They behave like those wild cards that mess with the whole run, except every one of them looks like the kind of clown that would fuck your harem behind your back, then pretend it is a buff and not a debuff. Some of them boost your scores, some twist your strategy into something completely different, and a few feel almost useless, yet you still pick them “just to see” because they have a filthy little effect tied to a sex scene you have not triggered yet. That is where the replay thing creeps in. Not because the game is super deep, even though some of the strategy moments are surprisingly tight, but because your horny brain keeps saying, “what happens if I stack this joker with that girl and stall one more round before cumming.” That one turn where I saved a losing run by risking a terrible hand, only to be “rewarded” with a long, slow titfuck animation while a smug joker card sat in the corner of the screen like it was judging me, is burned into my memory for no good reason. I still hate that the sound effects on one of the blowjob scenes is slightly out of sync with the animation and it distracts me every single time, and they will absolutely never fix it, but whatever. This whole thing feels like a dirty holiday party where the lights are too bright, the music is a bit off, everyone is half naked, and you keep telling yourself you will leave after one last round, then you draw another hand and forget what you were about to do.

The city feels cold as hell in this game, not because of the weather but because your rich-boy ass suddenly has to live like a “normal” student. Tiny dorm, cheap furniture, the kind of fluorescent light that makes your skin look like shit. You arrive there full of attitude, half annoyed, half bored, not really expecting anything except exams and maybe some boring campus sex. Then on that first lonely night you sneak out to buy snacks or whatever, and this is where everything flips. There’s this boy outside the store, skinny, layered clothes that don’t really fit, eyes a bit too sharp for someone who should be begging. Ash. He warns you about the area like he knows every dirty corner, every guy who is just waiting to drag some idiot into an alley. He should feel like a background character. He doesn’t. He feels like trouble you want to touch.

Back in the dorm you can’t stop thinking about him, which is kind of fucked because you barely know him, and also because up to now you were playing the “straight but open-minded” card in your head. You start justifying it as pity at first. He needs a place to crash. You need someone to help out with chores. Simple deal. Except when he actually stands in your doorway with his bag, the air gets so thick you almost click away from the game by reflex. He looks too pretty for “homeless guy”. Soft mouth, messy hair that looks like it should smell bad but you just imagine grabbing it. And the way he glances around your room, careful, like he’s scared to break something, that hits a weird kink. There’s this trap vibe to him too, sort of soft and androgynous, like your brain has to double check what your dick already decided. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast. Shared space, tight bathroom, shitty curtains. You catch him changing out of his layers, lean body, flat chest, a dick that doesn’t match how shy his voice sounds. You hover in the doorway too long. You look in the mirror to watch him in the shower instead of turning your head. The game knows exactly how to drag you into those moments where you “accidentally” see too much, then pretends it’s your fault.

What surprised me is how much the romance creeps up behind all the horny parts. One second you are staring at the way his underwear clings when it’s damp, the next second you feel weirdly protective because some random NPC called him a stray like he’s a dog. The choices matter in that quiet way where a simple “Do you sleep on the bed or the floor?” can snowball into him either trusting you enough to crawl under your blanket or staying politely distant. The tension is slow. You sit on the same shitty couch, shoulders almost touching, watching some dumb show on Netflix, and you feel your cursor hovering over every option that might push him just a bit closer. Sometimes he teases you, sometimes he just shrinks into himself, and there were moments where I wished the game would let me be more of an asshole but it refuses, like it is in love with its own sad puppy. The CGs are AI made, you can feel it in the smooth skin and slightly off hands, but they still hit. There’s a scene where he’s wearing your clothes, sleeves too long, dick half hard under your cheap sweatpants, eyes wet in that “I shouldn’t want this” way, and even if you hate AI art, you will stare. Sex is not fireworks, more like two lonely idiots trying stuff in a small room, touching slow, kissing like they both think it might vanish any second. It’s messy and a bit unpolished, like their first time is happening at the same speed as your own thoughts catching up to what you actually want from another guy. You might wish the city outside had more to do, more danger, more filthy encounters spying from windows or stairwells, but somehow the tiny dorm becomes its own little box of desire, where you watch him sleep, listen to his breathing, and wonder how far you can push this sweet, scared, pretty boy who keeps calling you kind while desperately grinding against your leg.