Isekai Brothel feels like someone cracked open my anime watchlist, dumped it on the bed, and said, “Ok, pick who you wanna fuck first.” It’s a dating sim wrapped around a brothel idea, but not the usual boring “pick one route, marry waifu, roll credits”. Here you jump between worlds and timelines, grab girls from different series, and basically run this horny multiverse where fidelity is a suggestion, not a rule. As a poly person this hits weirdly close to my fantasy: not needing to “pick best girl”, just stacking them like a chaotic harem Jenga tower and seeing what breaks first, your dick or your free time. And yeah, it’s messy. The art style and scenes don’t always match perfectly between girls, the transitions sometimes feel like someone hit the skip button too fast, but honestly that fits the vibe. It feels like a porn stash, not a museum.

What I liked a lot is how it leans hard into the “brothel” part without pretending to be moral about it. You flirt, you pay, you fuck. Sometimes you date first, sometimes you go straight to raw dog in a rented room. One moment I was having a kinda sweet “date” with a shy girl, choosing dialog options that made her open up, and then suddenly I was balls-deep while she begged me not to pull out. The jump from wholesome to filthy is fast and I actually enjoy that whiplash. There are quick sex scenes for when you just want a 2-minute stress relief, and longer dates where you build some tension before ruining her makeup. The game throws in fetishes pretty casually, like, “Oh, you clicked this girl again? Guess we’re doing anal now” and doesn’t over-explain anything. It trusts that if you’re on an adult site and recognize half these characters, you already know what you’re here for. One tiny thing that annoyed me: sometimes dialog sounds like it was translated twice through Google, then drunk-edited, but honestly I still liked that more than fake polished porn writing that nobody talks like.

The multiverse teleport tech is a cool excuse for why everyone is in one place, but the real fun is when you start mentally mixing “lore” from different shows while you’re mid-thrust. I was fucking a certain very proud, very stacked demon girl while thinking “if her boss from that other universe walked in right now, he’d probably applaud.” Then I switched to a sweet healer-type girl and went from rough choking and hair pulling to soft missionary and kissing like some kind of emotional whiplash speedrun. The game doesn’t punish you for jumping from girl to girl; it almost encourages it, like “you liked that dommy mommy? Nice, go cuddle the awkward schoolgirl now, coward.” It’s not trying to be classy, and I appreciate that a lot. Sex here can be romantic, sure, but it can also be just sloppy blowjob in a side room while other clients are busy in the back. I kinda wish there were more scenes where the girls interact with each other and not only with you, like full-on group sessions that acknowledge relationships between them, but at the same time I like the feeling that I’m sneaking from room to room, collecting different bodies and personalities like a horny little goblin. The whole thing feels like a guilty browser tab you forget to close, which is exactly how this kind of game should feel.

This one is basically that old yellow-dot maze game your uncle played, if your uncle was drunk, horny and stuck in a Boruto-era hentai convention. You’re running around this neon arcade labyrinth as Boruto, chasing bottles like some thirsty little perv, because only when you’re boozed up enough you can pounce on the girls that are hunting you. And it’s not random girls, it’s all the big Naruto crush fuel thrown into one messy, trashy fever dream. One second Hinata is chasing your ass like a quiet predator, next second you slam a bottle, her eyes go wide, and suddenly she’s the one pinned in a corner while you rail her until her gallery unlocks. Feels wrong. Feels amazing. Feels like someone watched way too many doujins and said, “yeah, ok, but what if Pac-Man could fuck Tsunade.”

The loop is stupid simple and it works. You run around grabbing booze, timing it so you don’t get caught sober. If they catch you without alcohol in your system, they don’t kill you or anything, they just drag you into this spanking punishment and it honestly made me laugh because it’s half humiliating, half hot. Sarada snapping at you like a pissed class rep while she smacks your butt for daring to touch her without being properly “powered up”, it’s exactly the kind of dumb horny logic that only makes sense in hentai games. Then you get your revenge run, bottle in hand, music in your brain, and she’s suddenly moaning instead of scolding. Kushina is wild too, she has that mom vibe that should feel illegal, but here we are, chasing her in a glowing maze trying not to sober up mid-thrust. I kinda liked how the booze timer forces you to plan your route, but at the same time I kept yelling at my screen because the bottle would spawn on the wrong side and Hinata would just appear out of nowhere like some silent horror game enemy with perfect tits.

The “reward” pics feel like you’re raiding some secret phone gallery each time you manage to corner and fuck them long enough, and you start playing greedy, stretching the horny mode just a bit more to squeeze one more climax out of Tsunade before the buzz fades. Sometimes the hitbox when you try to mount them is a bit fussy and you end up face planting into their punishment instead of their pussy, and I swear I lost more lives to my own impatience than to the actual maze. Also, whoever decided the movement should sometimes feel slippery like you’re drunk too, I hate you and also respect you because it fits the whole vibe a little too well. There’s something kind of romantic in a brain-dead way about chasing bottles so you can be enough of a beast to satisfy every Uzumaki and Uchiha in the maze, like one big horny lesson in consent but with alcohol and zero moral. You know it’s trash, you know Boruto should be training or something, but instead he’s out here turning an innocent arcade cabinet into a roaming gangbang with Naruto’s entire love-interest history. And yeah, I kept telling myself “ok last run, I’ve seen all the pics,” then suddenly I’m back in, hoping maybe this time Sarada’s spanking scene bugs out and turns into something even filthier. It never does. I still kept playing.

You start as this smug bastard who already turned Tsunade into his personal toy some years ago, and the game just treats that like normal Tuesday. No big drama, just “yeah, she’s mine now, what’s next.” That already tells you the tone. You’re not here to be a hero. You’re basically weaponizing mind control to build your own village with a harem of kunoichi from everywhere, and the story is very honest about it. The vibe is closer to some fucked-up fan doujin than a “proper” visual novel, which I liked way more than I should. It looks simple at first, just text and 2D scenes, but the scenes are animated enough that when Hinata drops to her knees and you order her to “prove loyalty with her mouth,” it actually hits. There’s this one early scene where you test your improved technique on Kurenai, and you see that moment her eyes glaze over, her whole serious-jonin act just melts, and you can push her from “I’ll never obey you” to “should I use my tits or my tongue first, Master?” with like two choices. It’s wrong, it’s hot, and then it’s somehow even more wrong.

The funny thing is, the corruption is not even subtle. You charm, you push, then you flip the mental switch and suddenly someone like Temari, who normally would snap your neck, is awkwardly trying to give you a footjob because you told her this is “Sand Village protocol.” She complains, you tease, a bit of groping, and then the animation kicks in and she’s rubbing your dick with her toes while her face is this perfect mix of pissed and turned on. I kinda loved that. And then I hated how sometimes the pacing just dies between scenes for no reason. You get a brutal gangbang-style group sex setup with Mei and Samui on their knees, Tsunade in the back stroking you with her tits, creampie after creampie, and then the next bit of story is just walls of text about politics, like I didn’t just watch the Mizukage drooling on a cock that is technically controlling her brain. The game likes to drop you from intense anal with Ino straight into talky exposition about “support from other villages” and I kept wanting to yell at my phone. Yes, I’m on a bus, yes, I’m reading about Sakura getting her virginity stolen in a storage room behind Ichiraku, I have no shame, but at least keep the horny flow going, you know?

What I keep coming back to is how it handles power. It’s not romantic at all. You’re the guy who already broke Tsunade and now treats her like living proof that your technique works. At one point you use her as a demonstration, ordering her to lick Ayame clean after you finish inside her, like you’re showing off a trained pet. It’s fucked, but the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. The male domination is heavy, there’s BDSM flavor, and the harem thing isn’t some fluffy family vibe, it’s more like “these girls belong to my new village, and by village I mean my dick.” One moment you’re forcing Karin to ride you until she passes out, the next you’re making Hinata and Tenten play with toys on each other while you sit back and decide who gets your cum. Lesbian scenes feel like you’re watching puppets you pulled strings on, especially with the mind control touches, and I mean that as praise and also as a bit of a “Jesus Christ, dude.” There’s a corruption route where a girl who starts shy and stubborn ends up begging for anal, asking you to mark her womb, and you realize the game quietly shifted from teasing handjobs to full-on harem breeding fantasy. It pretends to be “just” a parody, but after a while, you’re in too deep to call it that with a straight face.

This thing feels like some cursed VHS you find in a creepy attic that also somehow knows what Pornhub is. You’re not the hero, not the dude banging Sakura, not even some noble voyeur. You’re the filthy little director behind the camera, zooming in and out on her pink-haired ass like you’re trying to catch a glimpse of the outer gods hiding inside her pussy. It has that cheap home video vibe, like those old leaked “celebrity scandal” tapes from early internet, grainy and wrong in a good way. The whole thing is built around that one idea: you’re the unseen eye, you choose when the world gets to see her getting absolutely railed, and when it fades back into the dark. There is something very hentai site in 2009 about it, but with this weird modern twist where you feel like you’re running a tiny onlyfans studio powered by cursed batteries.

At first it looks simple. Guy on Sakura, Sakura taking it, you holding the camera. Hit space, tape runs, stop, battery breathes a bit. Easy. But then your brain starts doing that sick director thing. Ok, wait, if I start recording when her face goes from shy to desperate, I can catch that exact second she stops pretending she is innocent anime girl and turns into full on cock-hungry shrine to flesh. Miss it, and you just have a basic fuck scene, like some low effort Pornhub upload. Hit it right, and suddenly this dumb little browser thing feels like you just captured a forbidden ritual where her moans are the chant. The zoom feels dirty in the best way. Pull in too close and you’re basically shoving the viewer’s nose into her tits and the way her nipples bounce. Zoom out again and she’s small, like just another girl in some hotel room, and that actually makes it hotter, because it feels like something that should never, ever be on video. The battery is the real asshole here. It dies way faster than I want, like my phone when I open Twitter, so you end up sitting there, half hard, babysitting this tiny green bar while Sakura is right there sucking dick like some pink-haired priestess of debauchery. Sometimes I’m yelling at my screen like: “stop moving so much, I need this climax in one take, you hentai goddess.” She doesn’t listen. She never listens. That’s part of the fun. Or not. Depends how masochist you feel today.

There is this moment when you finally time it right. You hit record right as she arches her back, her hair swinging, her mouth wide open, practically screaming into your invisible lens, and the guy is pounding her like he’s trying to summon a tailed beast from her womb. You’re tracking them with tiny zoom taps, fighting the battery ticking down, and suddenly you feel like some sleazy auteur on Xvideos, crafting the “perfect” dirty clip that teenagers will whisper about in Discord. It’s ridiculous. It’s hot. It’s a bit lazy too, since “gameplay” is mostly waiting, watching, pressing at the right time, but I’ve lost more time than I want to admit trying to capture the exact frame where her eyes glaze over and her body goes limp from too many orgasms. That one fraction of a second where she isn’t anime character, not parody, just raw meat and pleasure. I swear, for an instant, her look had the same emptiness as a deep sea fish, like some R’lyeh thing opened behind her and filled her with cosmic dick knowledge. Then the battery cut, the recording stopped, the scene just kept going without me, as if the ritual decided it didn’t need its priest anymore. Yeah, I had to restart. And yeah, I still complain that the zoom keys feel slightly off on my keyboard and it pisses me off in a very personal way. But I still went back in, like an idiot cultist who saw the void once and wants to see it again, just from a better angle.