Morty wakes up in this thing like half familiar, half totally fucked, and before he even gets his head straight he’s getting dragged into horny bullshit that somehow manages to be even messier than the original. The game throws you into a “find a way home” idea, but it forgets about that pretty fast and just says: ok, who do you want to fuck first, and how badly do you want to screw them up in the process. It calls itself a fan remake, but it feels more like some pervert took the base story, kept the recognizable faces and voices in your head, then went “what if every single wrong idea I had at 15 became a branching scene.” One second you’re talking about portals and universes, next second you’re getting blackmailed into licking someone’s feet while she pretends this is about “helping Morty grow as a person.” There is so much teasing it actually got on my nerves in a good way, like those Ren’Py menus where you think “ok this time I’ll pick the nice option” and then suddenly you agreed to join a bukkake event in a garage with fluorescent lighting and nobody blinks.

The thing that hit me hardest is how dirty it is while still pretending to have some kind of morals. You can play Morty as this timid virgin who keeps getting walked over, or you just give up and lean full ntr and corruption, watching him “borrow” people who obviously belong to somebody else and then act surprised when it bites him in the ass. There’s that feeling of constant consent blurring: mind control scenes where you’re technically “saving the world” but really you’re just turning people into your toys; sleep sex that the script tries to frame as “oops, weird circumstances”; tentacle labs that look like they were supposed to be a serious sci fi experiment until someone thought “what if this thing also fucks them in three places at once.” And then there’s all the group stuff: twins sharing him like a new toy, lactation jokes that suddenly turn into pregnancy talk, body fluids everywhere while the dialogue pretends it’s still a parody of the show. It’s funny, and then it’s not, then it is again. One moment you’re laughing at a cosplay scene where a MILF is squeezed into some alien suit, next moment you notice there’s a choice to creampie her raw and maybe knock her up, and the game just shrugs like “you clicked it, dude.” I like that it doesn’t waste time with grinding or fake sandbox systems, but at the same time the straight line structure makes the kinks hit faster and harder, and sometimes you’re in the middle of blowjob, spanking, anal, toys, multiple penetration, all in the same “episode” and you kinda wish it would breathe for a second. It won’t. It just keeps pushing Morty into deeper perversion while pretending it’s all part of getting home, and if you’re honest, by the time you’re watching him give some sloppy oral to avoid being turned into science goo, you don’t really want him to leave this universe anyway.

First thing that hit me with this Ahsoka trainer thing was how dirty it feels in exactly the way you secretly wanted but maybe didn’t want to admit on Twitter. It takes that “what if I had a Force-powered bratty ex-Jedi as my personal toy” fantasy and just runs with it, no shame at all. You’re this male Sith wannabe, not some noble hero, and you’ve pulled off a ritual that should make Ahsoka your slave. Except it works only halfway, which is honestly the best part. She’s not just a mindless doll, she talks back, gives attitude, crosses her arms with those big tits almost jumping out, looks at you like you’re trash, and then two scenes later she’s on her knees taking your cock into her mouth while you decide if she gets a reward or a punishment. It plays like a corruption simulator more than anything, a slow grind where every morning you send her out into the city to “earn credits” and every night you decide how you’re going to twist her a bit more. At first she’s pissed off, stubborn, still Jedi-ish, and you kind of feel she might stab you with a lightsaber the second you blink. Then, after a couple of “jobs” you picked for her, she comes back covered in cum from a group scene in some dirty Coruscant alley, cheeks full, ass sore, and she still tries to pretend she hates it. That fake pride is hot as fuck.

The loop is simple, which I like a lot because I’m lazy: morning, send her to work, maybe as a dancer, maybe straight-up whore for random aliens, maybe something more “classy” that still ends with anal anyway, then at night you use the credits to grab new toys or rituals, plug weird stuff into her, test new poses, push her limits. There is this one scene where you buy a toy you absolutely don’t need, some long-ass thing that looks more Sith artifact than dildo, and you just watch the internal view as it disappears inside her. The camera goes full pervert mode, you see everything stretching, filling, his cum spilling deep inside while her face turns from anger to shock to horny mess. And then the next day you still send her to some sleazy tent with two or three clients waiting, and you choose if they get her ass, her pussy, or both at same time. It really leans into male domination without pretending it’s something else: groping when she protests, handjobs you force her to keep going even when she’s tired, mouth stuffed until her makeup is destroyed and she’s dripping strings of spit and semen like she just got bukkake’d by half the cantina. There is this weird detail that made me mad for no real reason: sometimes the text box covers a bit of her ass right when the best angle hits, and there is no tiny “hide” button in the corner, and I swear I spent longer clicking around trying to fix that than choosing which hole to creampie. Also, the pacing can feel a bit slow in middle, like you’re sending her out for prostitution gigs again and again, watching another interracial gangbang where some alien is filling both her holes, just to save up for an item that doesn’t change as much as you hoped. But then she suddenly drops a line like “Master, that thing yesterday… it felt good” and your brain just forgets you were annoyed. I caught myself alt-tabbing from Telegram to the game just to rewatch the night scenes, especially when she masturbates alone in her room, thinking you don’t see, grinding those big tits with her own hands even though she still acts all defiant in front of you. It feels nasty, a bit broken, sometimes awkward, sometimes way too hot, and very much like some horny dev said “what if Ahsoka but mine” and didn’t stop until she was getting multiple penetration from strangers while pretending she still has free will.

Didn’t expect it to hit like that. The setup sounds dumb at first - some new guy immune to mutant powers, wandering around the mansion full of girls who could literally melt steel or your brain - but then it turns into this weirdly addictive mess of choices and dirty teasing. The writing feels like it was made by someone who actually *gets* how awkward lust can be. Rogue’s first scene caught me off guard: she’s nervous, not the usual overconfident comic babe, and that makes it hotter. You can play nice, sure, but I ended up testing how far that “immunity” could go. It’s the kind of slow burn that somehow turns into a full-on inferno without you realizing when it happened.

Then there’s that bit with Jean - she’s reading your thoughts mid-handjob and whispering what you’re thinking before you even say it. Creepy? Yeah. But it works. The animations aren’t perfect - sometimes the eyes go a bit uncanny - but when you’re watching her float midair, skin glowing, moaning your name like she’s trying not to destroy the room, you kind of stop caring. I laughed once when Storm walked in mid-scene and instead of freaking out, she just smirked and joined. That’s the tone here: no real rules, just layers of power and submission flipping around until you forget who’s in charge.

Still, I wish the mansion hallways weren’t so damn long. Spent too much time clicking doors that led nowhere, but then Jubilee popped up in a classroom scene and - yeah, lost track again. The corruption routes sneak up on you; one minute you’re comforting, the next you’ve got her on her knees calling you “sir.” It’s messy, inconsistent, and sometimes clunky, but maybe that’s why it feels alive. Like a comic that got drunk and decided to undress itself. **Dare to play it alone, or invite company?**

You start as this washed-up brothel manager who clearly peaked way too early in life, then got tossed aside like yesterday’s cum rag. The whole vibe is “sleazy comeback tour in Westeros”, which honestly fits way too well. Instead of running a normal business, you’re basically creeping your way back into power by tutoring queens, ladies and assorted psychopaths in how to use their bodies, their tits, their mouths and their titles to grab control. It’s half political plot, half perv fantasy, and it doesn’t even pretend otherwise. One moment you’re talking about influence at court, next moment you’re balls-deep in a future queen who still has your handprint on her ass from the last “strategy meeting”.

The cast is a full-on fever dream for anyone who ever watched that show and thought “ok but what if they were all in one harem, sharing the same dick, occasionally each other, and nobody wears clothes for longer than two dialogue lines”. You’re coaching icy redheads, bratty princesses, scary warrior women with shoulders wider than yours, cult priestesses who look like they know 300 ways to ruin you and still make you beg for more, and smug blond royalty who act like they’re above you right until they’re kneeling and drooling on your cock. There is groping in public corridors “for blackmail reasons”, private teasing sessions on plush couches, sex toys as if the maesters had a secret naughty workshop, creampies used as rewards, and bukkake scenes that feel more like a coronation than anything from the actual story. Half the time you’re pretending it’s about “training” or “discipline” while you’re just seeing how far you can push until they break, moan with that dumb ahegao face and then come back asking for more. A lot of scenes play with humiliation: noble ladies on their knees while guards watch, proud warriors forced to strip and pose, mothers who should know better letting you talk them into things they’d murder someone else for even suggesting. It gets properly messy. There is lewd voyeur stuff too, where you set things up and then just stand in the shadows, watching them fool around with each other, toys, or your “trusted staff”, and your only job is to make sure everyone is too addicted to you to walk away.

Underneath all the horny corruption there’s this light management and dating sim layer that keeps pulling you back to planning between all the orgasms. You juggle gold, favors, reputation, who you humiliated last night and who is still pissed at you for it, or secretly turned on. Sometimes you pick a soft approach, lots of teasing, gentle handjobs, slow stripping, letting them think they’re in control. Other times you go full bastard, push them into rough training, drag them into group sex “for the good of the house”, tie them up, let other girls play with them while you watch. The point & click style makes it feel like you’re poking around a dirty visual novel version of the Seven Kingdoms, finding new places to corrupt: secret chambers, bathhouses, balconies where anyone could see you pressing some noble lady against the wall and filling her up like you’re signing a treaty. I liked that you can screw up, annoy someone, lose a scene or a chance, because it makes the rare perfect harem moments where everyone piles on you feel like you actually schemed for it. Although, tiny thing that annoyed me: sometimes the pacing between political talk and porn whiplashes so hard you go from “serious war council” to “everyone naked and covered in cum” faster than Pornhub autoplay, and then it just pretends that’s normal court etiquette. Still, watching all these powerful women slowly shift from proud and untouchable to horny, desperate, and fully owned by your choices scratches that very specific fantasy itch that softcore fans like me secretly chase while pretending we “play for the story”. And yeah, sometimes the story actually hits too.

Shiori looks like that perfect honor student you see in anime and think, yeah, she’s boring as hell. Student council president, polite, good grades, does everything by the book. Then the game just casually throws her into the cycling club that nobody cares about, and that’s where it stops feeling “school” and starts feeling like some pervert fairy tale. She follows this quiet girl behind the school building, expecting drugs or bullying or something dark, and finds her naked from the waist down, showing her pussy to the open air like it’s nothing. No music cue, no huge drama, just this weird quiet moment where Shiori watches and you can almost hear her brain melt. That scene hooked me. Not because it’s “sexy elegance” or whatever, but because she looks confused and turned on at the same time. Like, “Why my chest tight? Why my panties wet? Why do I want to stand there too?” It feels dirty but almost innocent, which is such a dangerous combo.

After that, everything starts to twist around this exhibition thing. The cycling is supposed to be the sport core, right, but every race is really just an excuse to make Shiori more visible, more surrounded by guys staring at her huge tits bouncing in her uniform. First race, she wins too easily, and all the eyes go to her chest. Not her time. Not the score. Her chest. The game lets that sink in, and you can feel how that attention crawls under her skin and stays there. She goes home, but her mind stays at the track. When she rides again and the wind pushes her skirt up a bit, you choose if she fixes it right away or just kind of “accidentally” leaves it flashing longer than needed. That little choice hit me harder than the more hardcore scenes later. It’s like watching her discover that being seen is its own kind of touch. Then later you have her cycling in that same uniform, but with no panties, or with body paint instead of clothes, and it’s not just “fanservice”, it feels like she’s testing how far she can go before someone actually calls her out. Spoiler: nobody does, they just stare and jerk off in the stands in their heads.

I liked that the game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s high art. You travel the tiny map, find spots that basically scream “do something nasty here”, and Shiori can just stop the bike and slowly ramp up how far she goes. First time, she maybe flashes her tits behind a vending machine, trembling, some guy in the distance pretending not to look. A bit later, same place, she’s got a vibrator pushed inside and she’s masturbating openly while pretending she’s just stretching from practice. And then it goes stupidly far, like letting a crowd circle around and cover her face and massive chest with cum after a race, her thighs shaking and her brain in that foggy sex trance. There’s handjobs in dark corners, a threesome where she’s sandwiched between two guys and they treat her like a toy they borrowed, anal and vaginal at the same time, and she still worries about practice times between moans. Sometimes the male domination angle feels rough in a hot way, when they’re barking orders and she obeys even while blushing like crazy, and sometimes it’s almost too casual, like, oh yeah, another creampie in the changing room, whatever. I loved that, and at the same time I kinda didn’t, because it makes her corruption feel normal. The censorship is annoying sometimes, the mosaic cuts off the best part right when you’re focusing, and I swear one time I paused my browser and sat there squinting like a dumbass at my monitor. But I kept going anyway, riding around, unlocking more pervy tricks, letting her turn from this perfect council president into a girl who can’t ride a bike without her pussy clenching at the idea of everyone watching. There was one race where I misused the skills, lost horribly, and still got rewarded with Shiori doing a “punishment” show in front of the guys, tits squeezed together for a messy titfuck while her ass sticks out in the air, begging for it. I pretended I was annoyed about losing, but honestly, I kind of threw that race on purpose the next time. Only thing that really bugged me was the stupid little delay on some animations, like they stutter half a second right when it gets good. I’m weirdly mad about that tiny hitch, and I’m still thinking about it instead of doing my emails. Anyway, Shiori keeps riding and showing more skin, and the more the crowd stains her with semen and sweat, the more she starts smiling during it. That’s the part that stayed in my head after I closed the tab.

You start as this shy, kinda awkward occult nerd at a religious school, except your family tree is completely fucked up. You’re the bloodline of Crowley himself, which sounds cool until you realize it basically paints a giant target on your ass for every horny demon, angel, and thing in between. First big hit is that shower scene at school, where a stacked futa classmate corners you. It’s not some soft, gentle stuff either. She pushes you against the tiles, steam everywhere, your knees almost give out when she whips it out and you see she’s way too big for a “normal” school fling. You’re trying to say no with your mouth while your hand is already jerking her off and your thighs are rubbing together. It goes from sloppy kneeling blowjob to getting pounded against the wall fast, with you drooling, ahegao face, and her finishing all over your tits and inside you because of course there’s a creampie in the damn school shower. Nobody walks in. That bugged me for like ten minutes and then I forgot because the next scene hits.

The whole thing runs like a horny sandbox where half the fun is just wandering around and seeing what corruption flag you flip by accident. One minute you’re in a dusty occult bookstore fingering yourself under your skirt while pretending to read this creepy demon grimoire, next minute you’re in your own bedroom, legs spread, trying one ritual “just to see” and waking up with a tail, horns, and that weird heat between your thighs that doesn’t go away unless someone fills you. The transformations are not always flattering, by the way. Sometimes you go all cute monster girl with wings, other times you end up staring at the screen like “why does this tentacle thing actually turn me on” while you’re getting used like a fleshlight by some faceless demon hand thing. There’s paranormal stuff baked into every route. Ghost nun watching you masturbate in the chapel, holy statue silently staring while you get your brains fucked out on the altar by a smug milf teacher who’s way too into “saving” your soul. Religious guilt plus bukkake is a combo I didn’t know I needed.

The family angle is just wrong in that way that makes hentai fans smirk. Your “proper” older relative in charge of you, this elegant milf with that fake moral front, slowly gets dragged into your mess. First she just scolds you for staying out late, then she finds the book, then suddenly there’s this scene in the living room where she’s on her knees, lipstick smeared, choking on your new futa cock like she’s been waiting her whole life for it. Game goes hard on incest, and it doesn’t pretend it’s anything else. One route has you turning the whole house into a little harem nest. Aunt bent over the couch taking anal, that pure religious cousin riding your face while another monster girl version of you fucks her from behind, everyone glazed with cum. It sounds like total chaos, but it kind of fits the “you’re the heir of demonic bullshit” theme. There’s lesbian side paths that feel more intimate too, like slow scenes of you and a shy girl in the library, kissing between bookshelves, then it escalates into her on the table licking you while candles light themselves because some demon is apparently into voyeurism. Only thing that annoyed me is this tiny visual detail with one of the CG angles where her hair clip jumps sides between shots and I kept noticing it. I’m still mad about that. Anyway, while you’re juggling occult rituals, futa sex, creampies, and turning half the cast into your harem, Lilith herself is there in the background, poking you into more depravity, pretending she’s using you to take back Hell. Joke’s on her though, because by the time you’re summoning demon lords for “negotiations” that are basically one long gangbang, you’re not sure who is corrupting who anymore. You just know you’re cumming a lot.

You wake up in this game as a skinny college kid who suddenly has the kind of body control I wish I had on stage when the lights hit and the crowd pretends they don’t stare. Your flesh basically becomes latex clay. You pull it, swell it, twist it, turn that shy boy shape into something with hips, tits, claws, extra mouths, whatever gets you off or keeps you alive. One scene you’re a nervous freshman in a dorm bathroom, stroking yourself in front of a foggy mirror, watching your chest puff out under your own hand until you’ve got these heavy tits you can squeeze while your dick throbs, and the next scene there’s a monster in the alley stretching slick tentacles around your new curves, sliding between your thighs, pinning you to wet brick. It feels like someone mashed a horny gender-bender doujin with a drunk superhero comic and then forgot to clean the floor afterward. In a good way. Mostly.

Sex here is messy. Not “soft focus, candles on the nightstand” messy, but dripping-on-the-floor, drool-on-your-cheek, bukkake-on-your-belly messy. The game really loves faces. There’s this bit where the MC is on his knees, mouth full, trying to talk while getting throat-fucked, eyes watering, hands squeezing a big ass he literally grew for himself half an hour earlier. Tongue slides, spit strings, he pulls back and that white stuff just paints his lips and nose. Then you can morph again, smooth your jaw, plump your lips, go full trap idol and jerk him off with those soft new hands while he rubs his head between your new boobs. I tried the “keep life normal” route for like five minutes, told myself “ok no, I play safe, just little masturbation in the shower, no crazy.” Two clicks later I had tentacles pushing into places even I don’t name in public and I’m choosing if they cum inside or on top. The horror vibe sneaks in between all that: you’re walking home, your own shadow moves wrong, some thing that looks half human grabs you and whispers it made you. Next scene it’s pounding you into the ground with inhuman strength while you reshape just to take it deeper, like you’re your own sex toy.

What stuck to me is how the game treats the transformations like part of the kink and part of the fear at same time. You grow big tits? Great, you get a titjob scene where the guy’s cock slides between them, hot and sticky, and you’re pushing them together, moaning, feeling the weight you created from nothing. Then later you’re alone in your cramped dorm bed, lights off, staring at your hands while they crawl into claws without you asking, and you jerk off anyway because you’re scared and horny and it blurs together. There’s a fight where you use your new shape like choreography, stretching limbs, dodging, then you pin the monster, split your skin open down there so you can ride him the way you want, blood and slick all the same color in the dark. Some choices feel broken or pointless, menus a bit clunky, and I swear one button is sitting like 2 pixels off and it drives me crazy every time, but in a weird way that roughness fits. It reminds me of cheap backstage mirrors with chipped glass; ugly, but that’s where the fun costumes come on. Vaginal, oral, handjobs, all the basics are here, but the real heat is in how you can flip your own gender mid-scene, give yourself a round ass to grab while you get pounded, or turn almost inhuman while something even less human covers you in cum. Nothing feels safe, not even your own skin. Honestly, that’s why it works. Or doesn’t. I still keep thinking about that bathroom mirror though.

Pale Carnations feels like someone took a normal med student VN, got drunk, opened Pornhub, and just… never closed the tab again. You start as this uptight pre-med guy who clearly thinks he’s better than everyone, then your old friend drags you into this super fancy sex club where everyone is pretending to be classy while doing the nastiest stuff in the back rooms. It’s not subtle. One moment you’re talking about exams, next moment you’re watching a girl kneel in front of a crowd while the host is explaining in very calm voice how many times she’s allowed to cum before she gets punished. That switch from “normal life” to “ok, this is a brothel with rules and scoring and humiliation” hits weirdly hard. I liked it. I hated it. I kept clicking anyway.

What really got me is how the girls’ routes are not just “pick your waifu and live happily ever after”. It’s more like you’re managing their performances for the club while also deciding how fucked up you want to be. There’s this one scene where you have to help plan a show around “public use” vibes, and the choices are basically: do you protect her a bit, or push her harder because the audience wants to see her tear up and drool? I tried to be nice. Then the game waved a huge pile of money and influence in my face and suddenly I was telling her to spread her legs wider so the old creeps at the back can see everything. The guilt hits later, when she thanks you for “guiding” her and you know damn well you just turned her into a toy because you were horny and curious about the anal route. Romance is possible, but the path there is messy, with cheating and emotional blackmail and these fake gentle moments where the guy is stroking her hair after making her take a creampie in front of strangers. Not gonna lie, that mix of affection and cruelty is hot and uncomfortable at the same time. The club likes to humiliate, but the game also quietly asks “ok, and why are you turned on by this?” and then distracts you with another masturbation scene before you answer.

Sex-wise it goes pretty hard, but it doesn’t just jump to it. Teasing is everywhere. There’s a scene where you’re supposed to “inspect” a girl’s body before her show and it’s basically sanctioned groping disguised as professionalism. You check if her nipples are “reactive” while she’s trying not to moan, you pull her panties aside just a bit too long under this bright examination light, and your character keeps telling himself it’s clinical. Sure. Then later you end up spanking that same girl on stage, audience counting each hit, her face slipping into full ahegao while you pretend you’re only doing what the contract says. There is bukkake, there is rough blowjob where she’s gagging and still trying to smile because the prize money will change her life. There are dommes too, not just submissive girls; one older woman completely flips the script during a toy demonstration and suddenly you’re the one on your knees while she’s pushing a vibrator between your legs and calling you “her good little assistant” in front of everyone. The game rarely gives you a safe spot to breathe. One moment it sells you on sweet romance, him holding her hand after a long night, next moment it’s, “hey, want to whore her out to a VIP for extra points?” and you’re like, no, that’s terrible, click, yes, obviously. It’s that kind of story.