I’m not gonna lie, the first ten minutes of this so-called “slime forest adventure” had me thinking it was going to be another lazy pixel jiggle-fest. Then Lulu showed up - yeah, the succubus with that annoying half-smirk that looks like she’s about to insult you and kiss you in the same breath - and suddenly I stopped clicking just to grind stats. Her voice lines are soft in one moment, razor-edged the next. It’s weirdly human how she teases right after battle, like she knows you’re doing badly on purpose just to hear her talk dirty again. And I swear, the way the slime enemies wobble before they pounce? Too much animation detail there, makes you wonder if the dev accidentally coded in love. Or obsession. Both, maybe.

The combat isn’t hard, except when it is. One turn she’s rewarding you with a lazy hand motion that makes your health bar flicker, the next she’s draining your mana with a wet laugh that somehow feels heavier than the soundtrack. You keep collecting these weird trinkets - slime cores, silk strands, whatever - and they hint at crafting, but I can’t tell if it’s for equipment or foreplay setups. It’s not explained, which drives me insane and also kind of keeps me. There’s this camp mechanic, and the “rest” option turns into a slow tease with Lulu talking about freedom and ownership like she’s reading your private thoughts. Then she bites your neck. The game pretends to be about exploration, but every map just leads to her again, like the world’s folding around her thighs on purpose.

I still think the censored bits ruin some rhythm. You don’t need to show everything, but don’t flash white screens like it’s 1998 hentai VHS, come on. But maybe that’s the charm - it’s half-lust, half-fable, like somebody coded their diary into a turn-based RPG after too many nights alone. I wanted more enemies, less slime. Or more slime, less shame. Don’t know anymore.

Fantasy Harem: Heroine Backdoor is basically that horny crossover brain-mash you get when you scroll too long on Gelbooru, fall asleep, and wake up thinking, “Wait, did I just see that heroine on her knees, wearing cat ears and deepthroating an orc?” The game just goes “yes, you did” and then pushes it further. You play some generic guy, but that actually works here, because the point isn’t you, it’s the parade of fantasy girls orbiting around your cock like it’s a sacred relic. You hop between scenes where one minute you’re balls-deep in an elf virgin who pretends she’s too pure for anal, and the next a monster girl is riding you so hard the screen looks like it wants a cigarette. It has that sandbox vibe where you just poke around, click shit, and suddenly your “favorite heroine” is in a cosplay maid outfit, swallowing a messy creampie after a sloppy blowjob. Half the time it feels like fanfiction written by someone who failed grammar class but understood porn on a spiritual level. Which is a compliment, somehow.

The horny creativity is actually where it shines. Instead of just “heroine but naked,” it plays with costumes and cosplay in dumb but fun ways. I had one scene where a tough warrior girl shows up in this super skimpy armor that absolutely doesn’t protect anything, starts bragging how no man has ever made her submit, and five clicks later she’s drooling on my dick and begging to get filled in both holes. The animation is not perfect, some loops look like the girl is teleporting her hips instead of moving them, but the dirty energy is there. Oral feels wet, anal looks uncomfortably tight in a good way, and those big asses actually jiggle a bit when you pound them from behind. I did get a little annoyed by how often it jumps from vaginal to creampie like it’s a speedrun category, with barely a build up. One moment you’re just thrusting, next moment he’s dumping it all inside and the scene is already wrapping up, like “ok next girl, chop chop.” Also the interracial angle is there, but it’s more “here’s a different skin tone and some fantasy race” than anything really deep or political, which is fine, but don’t expect some big take, it’s just there so you can nut to variety.

What I liked a lot is how it treats the harem thing as chaos, not romance. The girls are jealous, horny, sometimes kind of stupid, and the game doesn’t even try to pretend you’re a good guy. You’re just the dick in the middle and they orbit you like horny planets, and the story occasionally remembers to exist just so it has an excuse to throw another heroine in your lap. One monster girl scene went from “I will eat you, human” to “please fuck my ass too” in like three lines, which made me laugh more than it should. Virgin tags are used in that very porn way where she “never did it before” yet somehow takes the whole length with some light whining and then suddenly loves it. If you’re the type who pauses Pornhub just to stare at how the cum leaks out after a creampie, you’ll probably enjoy how often the camera here goes right between the thighs and just stays there while it drips. It’s messy, dumb, horny, kinda trashy, and feels like it was made by someone who lives on Pixiv and hates subtlety. Honestly, that might be the charm.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

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.