Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.

Jack Sato wakes up with a succubus problem and honestly? Lucky bastard. Lilith's got this whole resurrection deal going on where she brings you back from whatever unfortunate end you met, but there's strings attached - the fun kind. Your mission, should you choose to accept it (spoiler: you don't really have a choice), involves working your way through the entire female cast of UA High. And when I say working through, well... you know exactly what I mean.

The whole thing plays out like someone took the wholesome hero academy concept and threw it in a blender with every horny fantasy you've ever had about anime girls. Ochako's still got that bubbly personality, except now she's discovering what gravity manipulation can do in more... creative situations. Momo's still the responsible class rep, but her creation quirk opens up possibilities that would make even Mineta blush. Don't get me started on what happens when Tsuyu gets involved - that tongue quirk hits different in this context, if you catch my drift. The art's decent enough, though sometimes the proportions get a bit wild even for anime standards.

What really caught me off guard was how the whole corruption system works. You're not just collecting scenes like Pokemon cards - there's actual choice involved in whether you want these girls as willing participants or... well, let's just say the alternative involves a lot less consent and a lot more mind games. The NTR elements creep in later and honestly threw me for a loop since I wasn't expecting that particular flavor of drama. Some scenes get genuinely intense in ways that made me question my life choices, but here we are. The writing bounces between surprisingly decent character moments and absolute degeneracy, which somehow works better than it should. Jack's not winning any personality awards, but he gets the job done.

Mark drags his ass back to his hometown thinking he’s just crashing at the old house for a while, and the whole thing instantly turns into a slow-motion sex disaster. Dad is gone, ran off to the Caribbean with his side piece after quietly robbing his company blind for years, and left behind a wrecked family home, a broke ex-girlfriend, and a pile of debts that might as well scream “you’re screwed” in neon. The “solution”? Turn the house into a college-style dorm and stuff it with girls who already know Mark way too well. Childhood friends, twins who used to tease him when he was still a virgin, a neighbor milf with that tight yoga-ass that makes you pause the game just to stare, and a couple of ex-crushes who suddenly don’t seem so out of reach now that everything is falling apart. The mood jumps all over the place: one moment you’re joking about the house turning into a horny hostel, the next you’re in a quiet POV scene where an old flame is jerking you off on the couch, voice quivering, whispering how she missed “this” while you were away, and yeah, she means exactly what you think.

What hits first isn’t some big dramatic twist but the way the girls remember things you forgot. Like that one scene with the chocolate cake in the kitchen where one of the twins licks cream from her finger way too slow and says “you used to watch me do this when we were kids, you perv” while her tits basically rest on the counter. You get options that look harmless, then five clicks later she’s on her knees giving sloppy oral, moaning in your language headset-style, and you realize you dug your own horny grave. The humor keeps undercutting the filth too: you can be elbow-deep in a lactation scene with a milf who “just needs some relief” and in the middle of a titfuck she cracks a joke about charging rent for every creampie you leave in the house. It should kill the mood, but it somehow makes it hotter, because it feels like real people messing around, not plastic porn robots. Some routes lean pure romance, like falling asleep after anal with a girl who cuddles you, talking about future babies and maybe pregnancy, while other paths let you drift into group sex chaos where three girls fight over whose turn it is to ride you, one sitting on your face, another grinding on your dick, someone else just quietly masturbating in the corner because she “likes to watch.” There are endings you can feel coming and others that sneak up, like screwing the wrong person behind someone’s back, that little netori twist where you pretend it’s just a handjob in the shower and suddenly you’ve ruined a relationship you were actually starting to care about. Best way to enjoy all of it? Be a little reckless. Say yes when the twins ask you to help them “study,” don’t skip the teasing scenes, let people get jealous, let mistakes pile up, and save often so you can go back and see what happens if you let the shy girl be the one who finally climbs on top and fucks you until she’s shaking.

Everything goes to hell before you even click “start”. Dad bailed to some beach with his side chick, robbed half the city, left the house in debt and full of memories that smell like cheap perfume and broken promises. You drag your sorry ass back from college, thinking you’ll maybe crash a few days, fix some paperwork, then vanish again. Instead you walk into a home full of women who remember you very well, some a little too well, and suddenly that “temporary stay” turns into the hottest, messiest, most illegal summer of your entire life. The place is about to be turned into a college dorm, money is tight, secrets are tighter, clothes are optional, and apparently everybody thinks you’re the one who has to “take responsibility”.

What hit me first wasn’t even the sex. It was that weird feeling of coming back to a house where you used to jerk off in silence trying not to wake anyone, and now you’re standing there face to face with that thick, soft, totally out-of-your-league woman you grew up around, and she talks to you like you’re not a kid anymore. The first time she leans over the kitchen table and you get that POV shot of her tits nearly falling out while she asks you something completely normal, it’s like your brain splits in two. One half is thinking “this is wrong”, the other half is screaming “please bend her over the counter right now”. The game leans hard into that tension. Sleepy late-night visits where someone “accidentally” crawls into your bed. A shower scene where you swear the door was locked and then it just… isn’t. A hand brushing your crotch in the hallway, a “joke” grope that lasts way too long, someone sitting in your lap during movie night a little too close, her ass grinding slowly while pretending nothing is happening. It starts as teasing and harassment and then it slowly turns into mutual corruption. You’re not just some horny puppet either. You choose. Who you comfort, who you push away, who you let keep touching you when you should stop them. The story remembers that later. She remembers that. Her sister remembers that too, which gets real interesting when the twins start getting curious at the same time and your pants are already down because of something completely different.

The sex itself goes from sweet to filthy so naturally it almost feels like real life if real life had way more big tits, lactating milfs and zero HR department. One scene you’re just cuddling and talking about how everything went to shit after you left, kissing her slow, taking her virginity soft and careful while she squeezes your hand and tries not to wake anyone in the next room. Next scene you’ve got her riding you reverse on the couch, her big ass bouncing in your face while she milks your cock with her pussy and begs you to fill her up. The POV shots during creampies are stupidly good, especially when you get to see it drip out while she tries to hold it in because she “doesn’t want to get pregnant” and then later there is a whole route where that risk is not just “risk” anymore. If you like oral, there’s a moment where you’re supposed to be studying and she’s under the desk, stroking you, licking the tip, whispering shit in your ear while your messages ping on your phone. There are messy titfucks with cum on her face, footjobs where you don’t even know how the hell you got into that position but suddenly you’re throbbing between painted toes, interracial threesomes where two totally different bodies fight over your dick, and a group scene that feels like the end result of every bad decision you made along the way. Some girls you gently corrupt, others drag you down with them, and sometimes you wake up with someone riding you half-asleep, using you like a toy and pretending tomorrow will still be normal. The voices sell it hard, too. The gasps when you slip it in her ass the first time, the little laughs when she makes you cum from just her hand, the shaky breathing right before she lets you inside without a condom because “just this once”. There are multiple endings depending on who you commit to or if you try to hoard a whole harem like a greedy bastard, and yeah, you can screw up and lose people. That weird ache in your chest when you pick one girl and see another walk away quietly… somehow hits almost as hard as the orgasm you got from her earlier while she was sitting on your face and grinding.