Bad day at work, opened this on my phone on the train, and suddenly my “just one scene” turned into me staring at thick asses and fake-innocent smiles while some bullied loser tries to fix his whole life with his dick and a few punches. It starts super basic: weak guy, school crap, bullies, lonely room, cheap phone, horny brain. You’ve seen it before. Except here, the girls actually feel like trouble. The first time that stacked teacher leans over the desk, her blouse barely holding those heavy tits, and she pretends she doesn’t notice your eyes glued to her cleavage? I actually paused, zoomed in like a pervert, then kept going. She’s the kind who scolds you about grades with that sweet voice, then lets her hand “accidentally” slide over your thigh and stay there a bit too long.

The game really likes slow build teasing. You’re not some sex god at the start, you’re this sad kid people push around in the hallway. Then one of the milfs gives you just a bit of kindness, sits too close on the couch, presses her huge ass on your leg, and suddenly you’re getting your first awkward handjob while she tells you to keep quiet because someone might walk in. She wraps her fingers around you and strokes so damn slow you want to scream, licking her lips like she’s thinking about more but holding back. Later on she stops holding back. There is this scene where she pulls you into a storage room, locks the door, kneels down in front of you, and starts sucking you while class is literally going on next door. Her lips slide down, tongue circling the tip, mascara a bit messy, you grabbing her hair without thinking. She chokes a little, looks up at you with wet eyes and a smug smile like “see, you’re not weak anymore.” That part stuck in my head the whole day, even when I was pretending to answer Slack messages.

But the game is kinda mean too. It keeps dangling thick thighs and big asses in your face, then cuts to fights, drama, training, whatever. One moment you’re buried between a girl’s tits, motorboating while she laughs and squeezes them around your cock, next moment you’re forced into some macho “prove your strength” scene. I actually hate the protagonist sometimes, he’s pathetic and hot at same time. When the popular girl with the tight skirt bends over in front of you in the empty classroom, you see her panties ride up between those cheeks, and instead of fucking her on the spot, you just… freeze. Later though, after you toughen up a bit, there’s this revenge kind of vibe: you pin her against the wall, her leg hooked around your hip, her ass bouncing against you with every thrust while she bites your shoulder to keep from screaming. She was teasing you for so long, and now she’s the one begging you not to stop. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s absolutely not subtle, and I still keep it installed on my phone even though I swear every week I’m done with hentai games.

Cross Worlds looks pretty harmless on the surface. You’re just some burned‑out city guy who lands in a “better” version of his own life, right? Yeah, no. Give it ten minutes and you’re already neck‑deep in weird magic bullshit, hot monster girls, and this creeping sense that your brain is not fully your own anymore. The game plays like a dating sim had a messy one‑night stand with a fantasy adventure VN and forgot to use protection. You talk, you flirt, you poke around the town, poke around the guild, poke around the girls, and the game slowly teaches you that your emotions are basically weapons. Or toys. Depends how much of a bastard you want to be. One moment you’re just trying to figure out where the fuck the inn is, the next moment you realize you can nudge what a girl is feeling, just slightly, and suddenly she “decides” it’s fine to show a little more skin in public than she ever would. It starts with blushes and small favors, then you’re pushing them into situations where they’re half naked in crowded streets, pretending it’s normal and they’re totally fine, while you know damn well you twisted their mind just enough to enjoy it.

The mind control here is not in-your-face hypnosis with spirals and cheesy phrases, it’s more like emotional corruption dressed as “self‑discovery”. There’s this one scene where a monster girl adventurer is acting all proud and heroic, and if you play it right you slowly chip at that armor, turning her protective instinct into something hungry and needy, until she’s on her knees in a back alley, drool on her chin, stuffing your cock in her mouth like it’s some divine quest reward. She keeps glancing over her shoulder because people might walk by, and the game actually leans into that, letting you decide if you push her to keep going or let her cling to a bit of dignity. Spoiler: I did not let her. And the game kind of rewards you for being a dick. You feel the MC’s “force” inside him growing every time you cross that line, every time you turn a normal situation into something filthy. That healer girl who just wanted to help you? Turn her “healing checkup” into a full inspection where she ends up naked on the clinic table, legs spread, insisting it’s just part of the exam while her tits are practically spilling out and your hand is on her throat holding her still. She doesn’t even understand why her body reacts so hard to your touch, and you definitely don’t explain it to her.

What I like is that the game doesn’t scream at you “you are evil now”. It just quietly keeps track while you go from awkward newbie to a guy who can rearrange a woman’s priorities till sucking you off in some temple corner feels more important than her actual god. There’s a weird “hero ranking” thing going on, where the same powers you use to charm and control girls also make you rise in status in the city, so half the time you’re talking about quests and monsters, and the other half you’re arranging “training sessions” that magically end with some big tit warrior pinned against a wall, armor half transformed into something more revealing, her moaning loud enough that people outside probably hear everything. It has those slow-burn corruption scenes where a shy mage starts off covering herself even in casual clothes, then a few chapters later she walks around in something so tiny that if she bends over, the whole street gets a show. And she blushes, yeah, but she doesn’t stop, because you already rewired her to crave the eyes on her body. The fun part is when you catch yourself using the emotion options almost automatically, like opening Instagram without thinking. You tell yourself “I’ll play the nice route this time” then the game politely hands you a chance to push a girl just a bit further than last time, a little more public, a little more rough, and your finger just clicks it like, of course.

Intertwined feels like somebody smashed together a horny gay romance, creepy cosmic horror and furry body weirdness, then wrapped it in a visual novel that pretends to be gentle but keeps poking places you try not to think about. You play a guy who is very much not okay, walking around in this fantasy world that looks normal on the surface and then suddenly is not normal at all. The game never just goes “here is your route, pick your boyfriend.” Instead it keeps a quiet little score in the background with this devotion thing, and then later the story suddenly remembers that choice you made when you were half distracted scrolling Twitter and hits you with “oh you wanted this, remember?” That part actually got me to close Chrome on my phone a few times and stare at my ceiling, which is not what I usually expect from a porn game where I was mostly trying to see some cock and maybe a cute tail. The sex scenes are not thrown at you every five minutes, they sneak up on you when you are emotionally soft, after some death talk or some heavy trauma shit, and I kind of hated that and also loved it. One minute you are reading about someone’s wounds and the next you are watching two guys tear each other’s clothes off in a ruined temple like this is a therapy session with dicks out. The stripping is sometimes playful, like “oops my shirt fell,” but then you get stuff where you are forced to stand half naked in someplace you really should not, while monsters and maybe gods are watching, and that hits the exhibitionism nerve in a nasty good way. It is lewd, but sweaty, nervous-lewd, not “haha porn logic.”

I tried my best to skip combat or violence when possible, and the game actually lets you be that kind of soft idiot. You can avoid some fights by talking, flirting, or just choosing not to push people, which I appreciate, but then consequence bites you in the ass later because you did not grow the balls the story wanted you to grow. Bodies are not fixed here. One scene you are still just a scared human guy, later you wake up with claws, fur, or things under your skin that move wrong, and the text leans hard into that transformation horror. It is sexy and gross at the same time, like your own reflection is trying to seduce you while also whispering that you are not really you anymore. The furry stuff is not just “he has ears and a tail, please clap.” There is this slow, squirmy feeling of changing into something more wild, more dangerous, and sometimes that turns you on against your own will, which is fucked up in a way that works here. Some of the romance routes feel cozy and warm, with two guys just trying to hold each other together in a broken world, and then out of nowhere the story drops another mental breakdown or suicide memory and I suddenly wonder why I was jerking off five minutes earlier. The art is 2D and actually expressive, like faces change a lot, not just copy paste, but every now and then a hand looks a bit weird and it stuck in my head way more than it should. I kept poking the save slots like a maniac because the devotion system loves to lock scenes behind “you were not devoted enough” or “you were devoted to the wrong thing,” so there is this slightly toxic replay feeling where you go back just to see that one alternate sex scene with more skin and maybe more teeth. Best way to enjoy it? Play horny, but don’t rush the text. Let the quiet moments and the fucked up cosmic stuff marinate, then when the clothes finally come off, ride that scene for every dirty, uncomfortable, delicious second.

Matthew is a bit of a mess, and honestly that makes him hot in a weird way. Fresh grad, no clue what to do, absolutely overwhelmed by daddy issues and pressure, then suddenly you drop into his head like some horny guardian angel with an agenda. You’re not just clicking through his story, you’re literally steering his thoughts, poking at his fears, dangling pleasure in front of him like a carrot while the whole “save humanity” thing sits in the background going hello, remember me. One moment you’re having a serious talk with him about what it even means to choose something freely, next moment you’re pushing him to say yes to a girl who is clearly trouble, just because you want to see how far he’ll go when his dick is making the decisions instead of his brain.

The sci‑fi angle isn’t just some lasers and space wallpaper either, it feels more like you’re a strange higher being that can be both kind and a complete bastard at the same time. You flirt with him without ever really being on screen, which is kinda fucked up and kinda hot. Telling him “trust me” while you line him up for a threesome, watching him hesitate, then finally give in and grab those hips like he’s been starving his whole life. The sex scenes go from tender “I want you to feel safe” to full on “shut up and take it” pretty fast if you push him there. There’s this one moment where you convince him that relaxing is part of the mission, and he ends up with a girl riding him slow on the couch while the TV shows news about the world going to shit. He’s moaning, sweat on his chest, and in the corner the headline is literally talking about collapse. That contrast sticks in the head more than any cheap porn loop.

Not everything hits perfect though. Sometimes he overthinks in huge text blocks when all you want is to pull someone’s panties aside and get on with it. There’s a choice where you just want to say “yeah sure, let’s fuck”, but the option is written like some philosophy homework and you kind of roll your eyes. Still, when the visuals line up just right, the bodies look good enough that you forget you were annoyed five seconds ago. I liked how some of the girls don’t instantly act like brainless sex toys, they argue, they doubt, and when you finally talk Matthew into crossing a line with them, it feels dirty in a very human way. You watch him slide a hand under a shirt, fingers brushing nipple, her breathing changing, and in the back of your mind you know this might screw up his future, his morals, his “save the world” plan, but you press continue anyway. And that tiny guilt mixed with arousal, that’s where this game actually gets interesting. It’s not just about how many positions you can unlock, it’s about you slowly realizing you’re enjoying breaking this boy while pretending to guide him. Which, to be honest, says as much about the player as it does about poor Matthew.