Man, this One Punch Man parody hits different than I expected. You're playing as some wannabe hero trying to climb the rankings while dealing with Tatsumaki and other monster girls who are way more interested in fucking than fighting. The whole thing starts innocent enough - you're doing typical RPG stuff, training stats, picking dialogue options - but then suddenly you're getting handjobs from green-haired psychics and the game's asking if you want to use toys during combat encounters.

The turn-based system is weird because sometimes you're actually fighting monsters and sometimes you're just trying not to cum too fast during sex scenes. Like there's this one part where I'm battling some creature and the next screen I'm balls deep in her getting a creampie scene. The transitions don't make much sense but honestly who cares when Tatsumaki's giving you that look. Though I gotta say the humor lands pretty well - they nail that OPM vibe where everything's simultaneously serious and completely ridiculous. The protagonist's this skinny virgin type who keeps getting into situations way over his head, which tracks for the source material.

What threw me off was how the transformation stuff works - characters change during scenes but it's not always clear why or when it'll happen. One minute you're talking to a normal-looking girl, next she's got tentacles or whatever and you're doing anal. The masturbation mechanics feel tacked on too, like they needed to hit certain tags but didn't know how to integrate them naturally. Still, when it works it really works - the oral scenes with monster girls are genuinely hot and the whole "hero ranking" thing gives you actual goals beyond just seeing titties. Plus the parody elements mean you're not taking any of it too seriously, which helps when the plot gets completely bonkers.

College spits you back out, you drag your suitcase up the old familiar stairs, and the first thing that hits you is that weird mix of nostalgia and horny frustration. You’re supposed to be the “grown up” version of yourself now, but the house still smells like coffee, furniture polish and that floral perfume your grandma’s friend wears. She’s the one waiting inside. Not some generic landlady with rented room rules, but this older woman who clearly remembers you as “such a cute kid” and now can’t stop staring at the outline in your jeans when you stretch. The game leans hard into that shift, that strange moment where polite family-adjacent small talk slowly, painfully tilts into something that should probably be illegal in five different ways. It does not rush. It pokes at you. Constantly. Morning wood scenes, shower doors that never really close, “accidental” brushing of her tits against your back when she squeezes behind you in the tiny kitchen. You’re not being told “this is a porn game, go click sex.” You’re stuck in that half-realistic, half-fantasy zone where you creep around the hallway at night, phone screen low, pretending you’re going to the bathroom while you secretly hope to catch her bent over the washing machine again.

What hits hardest is how much of the actual play is just you existing in this cramped domestic space with people who all want something from you. Some want comfort, some want cock, some pretend they don’t want either. You spend a lot of time in small interactions: a hand on your thigh lingering just a bit too long during a movie, toes sliding up your calf under the table, a “help me with this zipper” that clearly doesn’t need help. One scene that stuck with me was when you’re on the couch with her, late, both tipsy, and she falls asleep half on your lap. Your hand ends up resting on her ass almost by accident. You can pull away like a good little boy, or you can let your fingers sink in a bit, feel that heavy warmth, smell her skin. If you push your luck she doesn’t jump, she sighs, like she’s been waiting for this exact mistake. It’s slow burn, but when it finally snaps, the game is not shy. You go from stolen glances to her on her knees, spit on your cock, mumbling how long she waited to taste you. There’s worship here, a lot of it. Your body is treated like a toy and a shrine at the same time: cock kissing, balls cradled, her laughing while she edges you with lazy strokes and then scolding you for almost cumming on her face without permission. At some point you realize half the house has their own angle on you, from the sweet virgin type who just wants cuddles and suddenly finds herself riding you until she squirts on your stomach, to the pushy one who uses your face like a seat and then pretends it never happened at breakfast. There is some goofy stuff too, like a cosplay night that starts as a silly joke and ends with you in handcuffs, her in a way-too-tight outfit, using a toy on herself while you’re forced to watch until she lets you join. The writing swings between affectionate and filthy in a way that feels messy, a bit clumsy, but honest. Sometimes the pacing drags and you’ll click through way too many “good morning” scenes for one butt squeeze, and a couple of side characters feel like they exist only to feed your dick without much personality. But then there is this tiny quiet moment where one of them curls up against your chest after a crazy group scene, tracing circles on your skin, whispering that she hopes you don’t leave again, and you realize the game is not only about fucking every hole in reach. It pretends to be just cheap smut, then throws in pregnancy talks, jealousy, cheating, a weirdly wholesome cuddle after you have her bent over the sink for anal. It’s messy, horny, a bit wrong, and strangely cozy in a way that will probably say something about your brain you didn’t want to know.

You’re the poor bastard who climbed the ladder just high enough that nobody shoots you, but everybody dumps their shit on your desk. Whole galaxy is rotting, planets choking on smog, priests screaming about purity, and you’re in a cramped office where the lights buzz like insects while you decide if some mining colony gets air filters or “thoughts and prayers.” And right in the middle of that, you keep tripping over women who want to fuck you, argue with you, manipulate you, or all three at once. Not because you’re some chosen hero, but because your signature can save their lives or destroy their whole world, and in this empire, pussy is just another kind of paperwork.

You start as this awkward virgin clerk who suddenly has real power, and the game never lets you forget how weird that is. One moment you’re reading a report about famine on a frozen shithole planet, next moment a bored noble MILF is sitting too close on your couch, pretending she’s worried about “trade quotas” while her hand creeps up your thigh. She’s old enough to have kids in the guard, tits poured into some ridiculous formal dress, and she’s treating your office like it’s a private bedroom. You can push her away and grill her about corruption, or you grab her hair and she drops on her knees between your legs and starts sucking like this is the only way she remembers how to negotiate. The game is blunt about it: she wants a better result on your decision, and she’s ready to slobber on your cock for it, lipstick smeared, eyes watering, trying to moan around your dick while you skim her file. And it’s fucked up, because while she’s gagging on you, you’re also actually reading the numbers and thinking, “yeah, this planet is screwed.”

That’s kind of how the whole thing feels: serious and horny at the same time, like someone mashed a grim sci fi bureaucracy sim with a porn VN and just didn’t apologize. There’s this cute junior scribe who brings you data slates and looks like she’s gonna burst from stress, and if you’re gentle, she slowly cracks, starts opening up about how terrified she is of getting reassigned to some nightmare warzone. First time you manage to calm her down, she leaves… but if you keep backing her, she eventually turns up in your room, shutting the door, cheeks red, hands shaking as she offers herself like she’s filing a desperate last-minute request. She’s still technically the one begging, but you KNOW the power is in your hands when she climbs into your lap and whispers that she’s never done this before, then winces as you push inside her, tight and wet and clinging to your shirt so hard the fabric creaks. And right after you finish, there’s this short, shitty silence, like “ok, cool, now you both work in the same office tomorrow.” No magic romance fade-out, just sticky thighs and a stack of forms on the desk you still have to sign.

What caught me was how your traits twist those scenes. Pick paranoid and you’re double-checking everyone, even when some guardwoman with arms thicker than your waist is riding your dick in a barracks bunk, using you like a toy because she’s lonely and half drunk, and your brain is still going “is she trying to get a transfer out of that meat grinder of a front line?” Go empath and it actually stings when a woman offers her body like it’s the last thing she has left to bargain with. You can still grab her by the hips and fuck her raw over your office table, her moans mixing with the quiet hum of cogitators, but it hits different when you realize her whole world literally hangs on the word you’re going to stamp on that form after you pull out and she’s dripping on your paperwork. The art has that rough AI feel sometimes, but every now and then a scene lands just right: a milf with tired eyes but a hungry mouth, a scared virgin biting her lip while you push in slowly, a smirking manipulator who’s clearly enjoying the game more than you are. It’s messy, it’s not “nice,” and it leans into the idea that in this empire, romance, lust, fear, and red tape are all the same fucking language. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

This thing feels like someone mashed up a trashy late-night sitcom with a horny demon power fantasy and then just... didn’t bother to clean it up. You’re this baby incubus clown who gets cut off by daddy hell-money and has to go scam a “normal” human family by yelling you’re their lost son. That alone tells you the tone. It’s not classy. It’s not “sensual.” It’s a walking disaster of bad decisions, fake drama, mom thirst, and the kind of low-blow humor you’d expect from a Discord server that should’ve been shut down months ago. And it actually works half the time. One moment you’re laughing because the MC is a cocky idiot talking big about domination and “ancient incubus arts,” and five minutes later he’s getting a titjob he did not even deserve, because the game decided his bullshit pheromones just flipped the switch in her brain. It plays like a corruption porn parody where everyone still tries to act like they have morals for about five seconds, then the scent hits and suddenly panties, bras, and standards are gone.

The whole cheating angle is handled in that “oh no, this is wrong” way where the characters say it once, then keep doing it again and again, and you’re there going, yeah sure, very guilty, while she’s riding the MC on the couch with the husband in the next room. And it leans hard into voyeur stuff too. You’re peeking through cracked doors, listening at walls, watching someone finger herself thinking about the “son,” then later walking in like you didn’t just hear everything. There’s a fun little loop with the incubus power where the more you toy with them, the bolder they get. A bit of spanking here, some “accidental” groping there, subtle scent cranked up, and suddenly the MILF is grinding on your lap “joking,” the daughter is masturbating in the shower whispering your name, and you’re pretending this is all some deep character growth. It’s not. It’s just a slow slide from teasing and handjobs toward full-on oral, titfucks, and messy vaginal scenes that feel like a badly timed punchline. The humor is hit-or-miss as hell. Sometimes the MC drops a line that legit made me snort, sometimes he sounds like a rejected Reddit shitposter trying to roleplay as a demon god of pussy. And there’s this weird mystical layer on top, like it remembers every now and then that you’re actually a supernatural creature and not just some random perv couch-crashing at a stranger’s house, so you get little bits of “training” and talk about being a stronger incubus, while you’re still secretly jerking off after spying on the stepmom with a sex toy she swears she hasn’t used in years.

What I actually liked is that the sex isn’t just “click scene, watch loop, nut, next.” You mess with their heads a bit. You gaslight their libido. You throw in some playful domination, a hand on the throat, push them up against the counter, talk filthy in their ear, and the game lets you see them shift from shy and hesitant to “please choke me harder, son.” It’s fucked up, sure, but it fits the vibe. Some of the animated stuff really sells the weight of tits bouncing on your cock or the mouth sliding down in a sloppy blowjob, and then other times it looks janky as hell, like someone animated it half asleep, but you’re already invested so you let it slide. I kinda wish they pushed the voyeurism even more, like having routes where you don’t touch them at first, just watch them corrupt themselves under your influence, walking around with that swollen ass and no panties, “accidentally” bending over in front of you. Would be fun to see them add more twisted “mystery” stuff too, like neighbors smelling the incubus aura and getting dragged into the mess, or some jealous supernatural chick trying to cockblock your corruption spree. But nah, for now it’s mostly you, your scent, some fucked up fake family dynamics, a big-ass MILF with zero chance of staying faithful, a walking stereotype of a horny girl with no self-control, and you pretending this whole thing is some kind of grand incubus coming-of-age story instead of what it really is: low-brow, dirty, often stupid, and absolutely built for people who like to watch morals collapse in slow motion while they laugh and jerk off.