Jedi Corruption feels like someone smashed a horny fanfic and a cheap Ren’Py project together, then forgot to clean it up, and honestly that kind of works. You play as Larry Skywalker, yeah, Larry, the “totally canon” Jedi Master who is basically Luke’s degenerate cousin that got left out of the movies for obvious reasons. He’s supposed to be this wise mentor, but from the first scene he’s already plotting how to twist Rey’s mind, not about the Force, but about how good it feels to wrap her soft Jedi hands around his cock. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble at all. You’re not saving the galaxy. You’re poking at Rey’s morals until they collapse and watching her fall from “I’m a good girl of the Light Side” into a brain-melted, cum-drunk slut who can’t remember what side she’s on unless it’s the underside of you.

Story structure is simple but kinda addicting. You talk to Rey, choose some dialog options, and each time you’re nudging her a bit closer to the edge. At first she argues, crosses her arms, gives you that pissed-off Rey face like in the movies, but there’s this slow shift as your corruption builds. One moment she’s lecturing about balance and control, next moment she’s “training” by jerking you off in a storage room on the Falcon, muttering that it’s just a lesson about patience while clearly stroking way too eagerly. The fun part is seeing the same scenes replay with different attitude: early route Rey gives angry eye contact during a handjob like she wants to choke you with the Force, later route Rey has this spaced-out stare, drool at the corner of her lips, like her brain’s half gone and the only Jedi code she remembers is “Master’s cock first, questions later.”

There’s a whole focus on mind break that the game leans into, not subtle at all. Light hypnosis talk, gaslighting, and classic “you’re doing this for the greater good” lines coming from Larry while he guides her hand or presses her bare foot on his shaft. The footjob scenes are weirdly specific. You can tell the dev really loves toes. You get angles where her soles are pressed together around you, or she’s using the Force to move little objects while lazily rubbing you with one foot like it’s a casual habit now. One time she tries to keep her Jedi meditation pose while you push her feet together and she actually apologizes for losing focus when she moans. That was the moment it clicked that she’s not the hero of this story anymore, just your toy that still thinks she’s on some spiritual journey.

Larry himself is written like a sleazy mix of Sith and burnout uncle. Sometimes he talks like a proper Jedi Master, lecturing about attachment and self-control. Two clicks later he’s praising Rey for “letting go” while she’s kneeling in front of him, cum on her tongue, eyes empty. The game kind of forgets Luke exists, except for one scene where Larry throws some shade about how Luke wasted his potential on hope and redemption instead of training cute pupils to be obedient cockwarmers. Totally wrong, obviously Luke did that in Episode 12 or something, I must’ve missed that Disney+ show. It’s that sort of half-serious parody vibe where Star Wars lore is just a background excuse for porn. Sometimes it’s hilarious, sometimes it feels like the dev was tabbed out on Reddit shitposts and then came back to write another scene.

There’s this one annoying thing: the pacing of the corruption can jump weirdly. One choice she’s still resisting, next one she’s doing a full service footjob like she practiced on Pornhub for years. Would be nice if there were more in-between “almost broken” moments, where she slips and then snaps back, but that’s probably never changing, feels baked into how the game is written. Some dialog also reads like it was machine-translated from some other language, which is kind of ironic since I’m writing like that on purpose here. But the unpolished vibe actually adds charm. You feel like you’re snooping on someone’s dirty personal project, not some polished Patreon monster. When Rey finally starts begging for your cock as if it’s the Force itself, whispering “Master, I need it to feel whole” while she strokes you clumsily with both hands and presses your tip between her toes like a pervert little ritual, the game fully embraces that porn-brain fantasy of ruining the trilogy heroine until she’s just Larry’s broken little apprentice.

Does it go too far? Not really. It doesn’t go far enough.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.