I didn’t expect this parody to feel so weirdly personal. It’s supposed to be just another lewd sandbox thing with the My Hero Academia crew, right? But something about how the girls talk - especially Toga - feels like the dev actually gets what makes her tick. She’s not just a crazy fangirl; she’s got that teasing, dangerous tone that makes you hesitate before clicking the next dialogue option. I swear, when she leaned in during that scene in the alley, I actually froze. It’s not even about the graphics (they’re fine, not mind-blowing), it’s how the pacing lures you in. You think you’re just grinding reputation points or unlocking scenes with Mina, and suddenly you’re knee-deep in some morally questionable choice that makes you feel like a total degenerate. And then you keep playing anyway.

There’s this weird tension between being a hero student and doing all this filthy stuff. Like, Midnight showing up outta nowhere to “discipline” you - it’s half hilarious, half... yeah. I wish the audio cues didn’t loop so obviously though. It kinda kills the moment when you’re trying to focus on what’s happening and the same moan repeats like a ringtone. Still, when Momo starts acting shy and then flips - god, that part hit harder than it should’ve. I even caught myself grinning like an idiot. Then again, maybe I’m just too deep into this kind of thing. It’s not perfect; some dialogue feels like it was translated twice through Google, but maybe that’s part of the charm. Makes it feel raw, unfiltered, like a fan made it out of obsession instead of profit.

I saw someone on Reddit compare it to those old Flash-era parody games, but this one’s got more bite. Kyoka’s route especially - her attitude’s all sarcasm until you push her buttons right. Then she melts. It’s messy, inconsistent, and I honestly love that. Feels more real than the polished junk clogging Nutaku these days. I kinda wish there was a proper ending, but then again, I don’t. Some fantasies shouldn’t end clean.

Venture into the bizarre world born by Omnius, a goddess whose name alone whispers of dark allure and forbidden power. This isn’t your typical fantasy realm - here, alluring temptresses, monsters, vampires, beasts, and even leprechauns roam freely, each more wild than the last. Yet, amidst this chaotic menagerie, there’s one glaring absence: a male protagonist.

You are about to become that missing piece, and in doing so, the very fabric of this world will bend around you. Your journey begins with building your unique hero, shaping not just how you look but who you are in this enchanting landscape. Every choice you make - every alliance forged or enemy made - will write your story in unpredictable ways.

In this choice-based epic, you’ll navigate a realm where fantasy and desire collide. The goddess Omnius watches over her creation, her realm teeming with mystery at every turn. Will you succumb to the charms of a sultry succubus, battle ferocious beasts, or broker uneasy peace among rival factions? Each encounter is layered with intense, intimate moments that add depth to your journey.

The world is alive with magical quests, inviting you to explore its darkest corners and brightest wonders. As you progress, your decisions will ripple through the storyline, unlocking new paths and revealing hidden secrets. Form friendships or rivalries, engage in passionate romances, and immerse yourself in a narrative that feels as alive and unpredictable as the creatures that inhabit it.

This isn’t just a game; it’s a quest-based odyssey where your choices matter. Customize your avatar to reflect your desires, dive into branching storylines that challenge your morals and instincts, and uncover the layers beneath Omnius’s goddess fantasy. Whether you seek power, love, or survival, the goddess’s realm is ready to test your limits.

Claim your place in a world where myth and lust intertwine, where every decision can lead to pleasure or peril. The only question left is - are you ready to become the man who changes everything?

Prince Aetrian looks like one of those guys who has everything. Soft bed, soft clothes, soft hands that never touched anything rougher than a book or Jarrod’s hair. He’s the golden boy of Eldrark, raised on fancy rules and “proper duty” and all that royal crap, and he’s already accepted that one day he’s going to wear the crown and play the perfect ruler. The funny part is, the one thing that really matters to him isn’t the crown at all, it’s his servant. Jarrod. The guy who follows him around, cleans up his mess, knows exactly how he looks when he’s angry, or horny, or scared, and still calls him “my prince” like it means something private. The game just throws you into their little bubble of comfort, then casually says, nah, fuck that, we’re changing everything now, hope you’re attached to this world, because it’s about to twist.

The whole thing is a kinetic novel so you’re not here to “min-max routes” or whatever, you’re basically sitting in the back of their heads while shit happens to them. It’s short, so the story hits fast. One moment Aetrian is passing as the obedient royal son who tries really hard not to stare too long at his own servant’s chest when he’s changing clothes, next moment he’s stuck in a situation where pretending not to be in love with Jarrod makes absolutely no sense. There’s this quiet scene where Aetrian is supposed to be studying and Jarrod is nearby, pretending to dust shelves, and the sexual tension is like, thick, and stupid. Aetrian fingers the edge of a page like he wants it to be skin instead, and Jarrod is carefully avoiding eye contact, but you can tell he’s memorized every inch of the prince’s body under those layers. When it finally slips from long looks and careful touches into actual hands on skin, it feels messy and honest, not like porn logic. You get slow, teasing strokes, the kind of handjob where one of them is trying to stay quiet because there’s a door not far away and someone could walk in. There’s a point where Aetrian bites down hard on his own knuckles while Jarrod jerks him off, trying not to moan his name too loud, and I swear I could feel that nervous, needy energy in my own throat. The first time Aetrian pushes in and doesn’t pull out, it’s not some grand declaration, it’s more like, “I can’t let you go, not anywhere, not even out of my body,” and yeah, the creampie is more emotional than it has any right to be in a furry fantasy story.

What I really liked is that their relationship actually feels queer in a good way, not some fake “no homo” fake-out. It’s two guys who know exactly what they’re risking by wanting each other and they still do it. You get those tiny moments where Jarrod’s hand lingers on Aetrian’s shoulder a bit too long, where Aetrian watches the way Jarrod’s tail moves when he’s nervous, and it’s not joked away. It’s romantic and horny at the same time, like, “I want to fuck you, but also I’d die if anything happened to you,” and both are true in the same breath. The world itself feels like it has depth without shoving lore down your throat. Names of other places and stories pop up and you just feel like, okay, this kingdom has history, there are other tales happening in the background, but right now, in this story, it’s just these two idiots trying to hold onto each other while fate yanks the rug. I kind of wish there was one more scene of them just being dumb and domestic after everything explodes, like Aetrian trying to make breakfast and failing while Jarrod laughs, but that’s probably not happening. The art has that soft 2D style that fits the mood, not super glossy, not ugly either, just cozy in a slightly awkward way, like a sketchbook that got horny and sentimental at the same time. The only thing that pissed me off is that one outfit Aetrian wears that looks like it’d take ten minutes just to unbutton before you can even touch his chest properly, and they never bother to change it. If you go in hoping to spam choices, you’ll be disappointed, but if you just let the story wash over you and enjoy every stolen look, every shaky breath, every sticky, possessive finish that says “you’re mine,” it’s a pretty sweet, filthy little fantasy to get lost in for a while.

City of Broken Heroes feels like somebody took a Marvel movie, made the guys squishy and weak, then said “ok, but what if every woman was horny, pissed off, and had zero HR department.” It starts almost normal: you land in this neon freakshow of a city, confused, dick out, no clue how anything works. Then a seven foot tall “hero” in latex and armor collar-checks you with one hand and you realize: alright, I’m a chew toy here. The whole thing is this mix of sci-fi and magic and bdsm where you’re officially a slave, unofficially the pervy glitch in the system who doesn’t stay in his cage.

What I like is how the game makes you feel fragile and dangerous at the same time. Men are biologically weaker, so yeah, women toss you around, sit on your face like it’s a chair, use you as a dildo tester, all that. But once you start picking up these illegal powers and gear, you kind of become the city’s worst customer service complaint. One night I was sneaking through an alley to spy on one of the heroines, got caught by her twin bodyguards, and instead of a normal fight it turned into this “punishment session” where they test different toys on you between turn based combat rounds. You win the round, you get a chance to flip the table and fuck them against the wall. You lose, they edge you with handjobs and oral until you’re begging and they just laugh and walk away. I hated it. I replayed it three times.

The sex itself is very explicit, but it always feels tied to the power imbalance and not just random porn spam. One “training” scene has an older heroine, proper milf energy, using you like a stress ball while she reads reports. She sits in her huge chair, pulls your head between her tits, strokes you with lazy fingers, then without even looking at you tells another girl “see, this is why you keep men on a short leash.” Later, when you finally get strong enough, you crash her raid, blast her shields in combat, and the rematch is you pinning her, fucking that big ass into the desk while she swears she’ll collar you again. She won’t. She totally will, the game loves to remind you who runs things here. Half the fun is that whiplash: one scene you dominate a squad of monster girls, filling them one by one, creampies dripping while they worship your “hidden potential.” Next scene, a different heroine throws you on the floor, sits on your cock, rides you raw, creampie, then snaps a pic for blackmail and makes you clean her boots with your tongue. And you keep going back to that part of town anyway. That’s the vibe.