Boruto in this game is basically a horny disaster with a cheat code glued to his soul, and that’s the whole charm. He bumps into this weird power that doesn’t make people horny from nothing, it just takes whatever dirty stuff is already hiding in their head and rips the brakes off. Nobody is innocent, they just lose the ability to pretend. So you’re walking around this twisted version of the Naruto family tree where being an Uzumaki or an Uchiha is less about ninja honor and more about who ends up on their knees, who’s getting corrupted into a mess, and who’s secretly begging for it while they talk about “responsibility” and “boundaries”. Choices actually feel heavy here. You’re not picking blue or red moral points, you’re deciding if Boruto lets his mother keep her last bit of dignity or if he slowly turns her into a milf who waits for him, wet and shaking, after a “nice family dinner”. Then later you’re in some other route, making him act cold as hell and turning that same woman into someone who breaks down during oral, tears in her eyes but still swallowing every drop because she can’t imagine stopping anymore. It’s scummy, it’s hot, and it isn’t pretending to be nice.

What really messes with your head is how the sandbox and RPG bits hook into the sex. You’re doing turn based combat one moment, then realizing the reward for winning isn’t just some item, it’s another crack in a girl’s self-control. Maybe you push Sarada too far, using that power on her again and again, and she goes from embarrassed little groping scenes to letting you spank her until her voice goes hoarse, cheeks red from your hand and from shame, asking why she got so wet from being treated like that. Half the time you’re not sure if Boruto is the victim of this power or the main abuser, but the game lets you lean into either side. You want him to be a manipulative bastard who laughs when he pins a proud kunoichi down and fucks her ass until she starts begging for creampies instead of mercy? You can. You want him to be confused, scared of his own lust, still ending up with his cock in Sakura’s throat, one hand in her pink hair while she chokes on his load because “it just happened”? That route is here too, and it feels worse, in a good way. And then you have the futa and trap stuff sitting in the options like a dare. Turn it on and suddenly that “strict” futa character you met in what looked like a normal scene is pushing you against a wall, whispering in your ear, making Boruto jerk her off while she abuses his mouth, using his power against him, turning the corruption back around until you’re the one shaking and leaking. You can totally skip it, but if you don’t, there’s this brutal mix of humiliation and pleasure that kind of burns into your memory.

The incest angle is not subtle at all. This isn’t “oops, we’re kind of related”, it’s full on “I know exactly who she is and I still slide my hand under her clothes during a quiet night at home”. Groping on the couch turns into full masturbation scenes, then into vaginal and anal, with that tight family atmosphere making everything more dirty. The game doesn’t cut away from the first time you make her suck you off either, it lingers, has her try to keep some moral high ground while she’s literally spitting your cum back onto your shaft and licking it clean. Sometimes you get male domination power trips where Boruto is clearly in charge, slapping asses, shoving his dick in mouths that are trying to protest. Other paths flip it, especially with certain futa setups, where he ends up on the receiving end, humiliated, used like a toy and still cumming hard. The AI CG is inconsistent in a weirdly hot way, some scenes looking too polished, others a bit off, like a messed up fantasy that’s not fully stable in his head. And yeah, the whole NTR and corruption vibe runs under everything, even when you avoid the obvious cheating paths. You see a character slowly change and you know it’s your fault. There’s this one moment where a girl you corrupted earlier casually offers anal without blushing, like it’s normal now, and it hits harder than any big dramatic cutscene. It’s not a clean story, not heroic, just a spiral of sex, bad decisions, and people discovering they wanted more than they ever admitted.

It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

First time I launched *House of Shinobi*, I kinda laughed because the main menu music tried *so hard* to sound grand and brooding that it looped in this weird offbeat way - almost like the composer’s laptop was overheating. But then something strange happened. I got pulled in. The way the game paces itself - slow, quiet scenes between sudden bursts of raw, filthy intensity - reminds me of watching late-night anime on a borrowed DVD player when the volume button didn’t work and you had to ride the tension between “God, this is hot” and “Please don't let anyone walk in.” That feeling’s still there, buried under all the messy UI. I swear I stared at the save screen for full five minutes wondering which thumbnail was my actual progress. But that’s kind of the point: it’s accidental intimacy mixed with clunky obsession.

When the game goes erotic, it doesn’t hold back. The moans aren’t cleanly recorded; they’re layered like someone mixed them through an old cassette filter, and somehow it fits better than most ‘HD’ adult games. The scenes with Tsunade and Hinata hit different moods - one warm and messy, the other oddly gentle, like you’re being dared to keep eye contact. It’s not just pixel art but deliberate rhythm: the breathing, the softened thuds, the moment right before a slap lands. Even the humiliation stuff - which I usually skip - felt written by someone who hates and loves their characters at once. That inner contradiction, man… it gets under your skin.

The funny part? Every now and then, the sandbox sections drag you into managing chores or wandering alleyways, like filler episodes in the middle of chaos. I both hated and loved it. It kinda reminded me of grinding in *Honey Select* but with accidental moral consequences. And let’s be honest: nobody needs a moral lesson after three back-to-back creampie routes, yet when Kushina looks at you afterward and says nothing, that silence lingers. Maybe the game isn’t trying to say anything deep. Or maybe it’s mocking the idea that desire ever needed a reason. I still don’t like the font, though.

It’s weird how this game makes guilt feel sexy. You wake up inside someone else’s head - not just anyone, but that stretchy mom-hero everyone secretly had a thing for back when Pixar still pretended innocence. The premise should be grim, revenge and all that, but the tone keeps slipping between sad and horny, like the dev couldn’t decide if it’s therapy or foreplay. The way control shifts feels personal, almost too intimate. It’s not just mind control; it’s like the game’s trying to pry into your own urges while you’re prying into hers. And maybe I’m reading too much into polygons, but when she touches herself, it’s never about lust alone - it’s about realizing her hands aren’t really hers anymore. That mechanic where you can *feel* the resistance in her movements is unsettling in a delicious way.

There’s this one scene with the aunt - yeah, the bakery one - where she talks to you like she *knows* you’re there, like she’s been waiting for the voice in her head to finally answer back. It’s creepy and tender, then suddenly it’s just obscene. I laughed because the transition was so abrupt it felt real. The body models aren’t flawless either, and that helps. A little awkward jiggle, fingers clipping through skin, like even the code itself can’t believe what’s happening. The audio’s inconsistent - sometimes soft breathing, sometimes nothing at all, dead silence while something filthy goes down. It’s that silence that hits hardest. You start thinking, maybe she’s ashamed. Maybe you are.

I hate the damn save menu though. Always pops right when things get heated, like the universe reminding you this isn’t real. But maybe that’s what makes it stick. It’s messy, it’s wrong, and it lingers afterwards like a guilty text you never sent. You’ll probably close it and tell yourself you didn’t enjoy it that much. You’re lying.