Boruto in this game is basically a horny disaster with a cheat code glued to his soul, and that’s the whole charm. He bumps into this weird power that doesn’t make people horny from nothing, it just takes whatever dirty stuff is already hiding in their head and rips the brakes off. Nobody is innocent, they just lose the ability to pretend. So you’re walking around this twisted version of the Naruto family tree where being an Uzumaki or an Uchiha is less about ninja honor and more about who ends up on their knees, who’s getting corrupted into a mess, and who’s secretly begging for it while they talk about “responsibility” and “boundaries”. Choices actually feel heavy here. You’re not picking blue or red moral points, you’re deciding if Boruto lets his mother keep her last bit of dignity or if he slowly turns her into a milf who waits for him, wet and shaking, after a “nice family dinner”. Then later you’re in some other route, making him act cold as hell and turning that same woman into someone who breaks down during oral, tears in her eyes but still swallowing every drop because she can’t imagine stopping anymore. It’s scummy, it’s hot, and it isn’t pretending to be nice.

What really messes with your head is how the sandbox and RPG bits hook into the sex. You’re doing turn based combat one moment, then realizing the reward for winning isn’t just some item, it’s another crack in a girl’s self-control. Maybe you push Sarada too far, using that power on her again and again, and she goes from embarrassed little groping scenes to letting you spank her until her voice goes hoarse, cheeks red from your hand and from shame, asking why she got so wet from being treated like that. Half the time you’re not sure if Boruto is the victim of this power or the main abuser, but the game lets you lean into either side. You want him to be a manipulative bastard who laughs when he pins a proud kunoichi down and fucks her ass until she starts begging for creampies instead of mercy? You can. You want him to be confused, scared of his own lust, still ending up with his cock in Sakura’s throat, one hand in her pink hair while she chokes on his load because “it just happened”? That route is here too, and it feels worse, in a good way. And then you have the futa and trap stuff sitting in the options like a dare. Turn it on and suddenly that “strict” futa character you met in what looked like a normal scene is pushing you against a wall, whispering in your ear, making Boruto jerk her off while she abuses his mouth, using his power against him, turning the corruption back around until you’re the one shaking and leaking. You can totally skip it, but if you don’t, there’s this brutal mix of humiliation and pleasure that kind of burns into your memory.

The incest angle is not subtle at all. This isn’t “oops, we’re kind of related”, it’s full on “I know exactly who she is and I still slide my hand under her clothes during a quiet night at home”. Groping on the couch turns into full masturbation scenes, then into vaginal and anal, with that tight family atmosphere making everything more dirty. The game doesn’t cut away from the first time you make her suck you off either, it lingers, has her try to keep some moral high ground while she’s literally spitting your cum back onto your shaft and licking it clean. Sometimes you get male domination power trips where Boruto is clearly in charge, slapping asses, shoving his dick in mouths that are trying to protest. Other paths flip it, especially with certain futa setups, where he ends up on the receiving end, humiliated, used like a toy and still cumming hard. The AI CG is inconsistent in a weirdly hot way, some scenes looking too polished, others a bit off, like a messed up fantasy that’s not fully stable in his head. And yeah, the whole NTR and corruption vibe runs under everything, even when you avoid the obvious cheating paths. You see a character slowly change and you know it’s your fault. There’s this one moment where a girl you corrupted earlier casually offers anal without blushing, like it’s normal now, and it hits harder than any big dramatic cutscene. It’s not a clean story, not heroic, just a spiral of sex, bad decisions, and people discovering they wanted more than they ever admitted.

It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

Kasumi Rebirth feels like catching someone’s private mod folder that accidentally got pushed live and nobody had the heart to stop it. It’s just Kasumi, chained up, not doing the “cool ninja” thing at all, and the whole game is basically you seeing how far you can push her body before you get bored or feel weird about yourself. She hangs there in those metal restraints, soft skin, big tits squeezed by the outfit that you immediately start ripping off, because of course you do. There is no fake romance, no “story” pretending this isn’t what it is. You poke her, grab her, slide hands over her tits, pinch her nipples a bit too hard, then harder, just to see if the reaction changes. It turns into this quiet little lab experiment: what if I put fingers in her pussy first, then in her ass, then both, then ignore both and just use her tits like they are toys made of warm jelly. The game doesn’t judge. It just lets you be a freak in peace.

The main loop of Kasumi Rebirth is strangely hypnotic: click, drag, spread her legs, tilt her hips, line her up for doggystyle, then get distracted and go back to playing with her mouth. You pull her head back, slide a dildo between her lips, watch those eyes say everything without a single line of dialog. Deepthroat her with plastic, then switch holes like a bored god with too much free time. Pussy, ass, mouth, back to pussy, then push it in her asshole again just because you like the way she tightens around it. You can masturbate her slowly, tease her clit until she twitches, then ram something inside and go straight for a rough creampie like the concept of foreplay never existed. Cumshots on her face, on her breasts, slipping down her body, and at some point I tried to see if I could cover both tits perfectly and got annoyed because one drop kept sliding off the side in a stupid way that distracted me more than it should. There is also this breast expansion thing going on that feels like someone’s late-night fever dream: you start tweaking and pumping and suddenly her big tits are not just big, they are ridiculous, heavy, almost comical, but somehow it works because this game stopped pretending to be “normal” a long time ago. It is rough, it is ***-y, it is torture dressed up as “gentle play”, and yet the whole thing has this old-school Internet porn game energy that makes you keep testing one more position, one more angle, one more messy facial, just to see how far Kasumi’s body can be turned into a toy before you finally close the tab and swear you’re done with Dead or Alive girls forever.

U.A. is supposed to be this holy temple of justice, right, where everyone dreams big about saving the world in tight outfits and heroic poses. Here it feels more like a horny pressure cooker where every “quirk” argument ends with someone half naked and the moral high ground just quietly dies in the corner. The game takes that whole heroic ideal from the anime and twists it just enough that you keep asking yourself, “Is this still parody, or did we just confess something dark about power and sex and school uniforms?” and then you click the next dialog option anyway, because you want to see if the teacher actually locks the door this time. She does, obviously.

What really messed with me is how normal everything pretends to be at the start. It looks like a silly visual novel joke: silly sound effects, characters that feel like cheap copies of the originals, all big eyes and exaggerated boobs stuffed into uniforms that clearly violate every dress code ever. At first you laugh because it is so over the top. The hero talk, the “we must study hard” stuff, the goofy villain threats. Then the game slowly shifts into this rhythm where studying is just foreplay for another sex scene and “fighting evil” is sort of an excuse to pin a classmate against a wall, or to “reward” a girl for not failing some test. You think you are playing the brave student, but really you are playing the guy who uses the badge of hero to get away with things that, in real life, would feel pretty fucked up. And still, you keep chasing new CGs like some moral philosopher with his dick out, telling himself it is “research on ethics of consent under power imbalance”. I caught myself thinking about Kant during a blowjob scene and I am still not proud of that.

Most of the scenes are funny until they are not. A villain appears, does the usual cartoon evil routine, and seconds later the tension flips into sex like it was scripted by a very horny algorithm. It is hot, I admit that. The bodies are drawn with almost rude detail, the way the clothes cling and then slip, the way the uniform skirt rides up just enough before it is yanked out of the way. There is one moment in a classroom, late, where a character is explaining some heroic principle while sitting on a desk with her legs apart, and you realize the “lesson” is pure roleplay, the chalkboard behind her still full of equations that no one is ever going to finish. The game almost never stops to ask if this world of future saviors should be this soaked in sex. It just assumes: power plus stress plus puberty equals constant fucking. In a way that honesty is more disturbing than if it tried to justify itself. Being a superhero here is not about saving people. It is about having a socially acceptable reason to be everywhere, to peek into danger and into panties at the same time. It is stupid and arousing and morally dirty, and the worst part is how easy it is to click “next” and let ethics wait until you close the browser.