There's something off about this one, in a good way. First few minutes already slap you with that weird mix of cartoon nostalgia and pure filth that shouldn't fit together but somehow does. You know those old DC vibes - bright, cocky, heroes posing - and then it stumbles straight into Slade’s twisted take on control. The whole thing moves like a fever dream, flashes of red and green, Robin twitching under the lights, Starfire somewhere too radiant to be that dirty but there she is anyway. The game doesn’t even pretend to warm you up; it just sits there, sweaty and smug, like it knows exactly what you came for.

I kept thinking how the controls feel half broken and half perfect, like the devs were drunk but still knew how to push the right buttons. Movement’s clunky, rhythm off - don’t care, because the story beats hit in the right kind of wrong. The camera lingers way too long on things, then snaps away just when it starts to sting. And that’s kind of brilliant. It makes the whole thing messy, human, like it’s not finished but still too juicy to ignore. There's a part where Starfire leans too close, glowing soft under that pixel light, and for a second it’s almost tender until it’s not, until it gets hard and you stop pretending it’s just parody. I thought about my old PC lagging; now I think maybe it was flinching.

The writing’s rough, like a fanfic trying to grow up. Dialogues stumble, characters curse, moan, stop mid-sentence. Doesn’t matter. The corruption idea sticks - how a hero can lose power through want, not defeat. I got annoyed with one sound loop and never muted it. Felt like punishment, maybe that’s the point. People keep calling this “just another parody,” but it’s nastier, more desperate. Like DC’s Sunday morning cartoons after three bottles of rum and no censorship. Dare to play it late; or just stare at Robin’s blank eyes and wonder who’s saving who anymore.

This one feels like somebody took a giant porn folder full of every anime crush you ever had, fed it to a very horny robot, and then just let it loose in the middle of the night. It is messy, shameless fanservice in the best and worst way. You start as this generic male MC that nobody cares about, but it honestly works, because the spotlight is always on the girls. One minute you are staring at Android 18 pretending she is not seconds away from sitting on your face, next moment Tsunade is bending forward like your spine insurance is fully paid, and after that DVa is giving you this smug gamer grin you only see from sweaty tanks in Overwatch comp. Nothing really tries to be “deep”. It is like those late-night Discord calls where everybody starts posting cursed Koikatsu cards and then suddenly somebody says “wait, I can make a whole game with this” and nobody stops him. The whole thing runs on that energy.

The date sim part is kind of funny, because yeah, technically you are “dating”. You choose outfits, say the right lines, sometimes click through fake romantic setup, but everybody knows you are just trying to figure out how many scenes Mirko has and whether Rias or Nami has the better titfuck animation. And the girls are not just random OC clones either, they actually feel like somebody who watched too much anime made them on purpose. Aqua is clingy, loud, kind of dumb but insanely cute when she starts grinding on your lap like she is trying to win some idiot contest. Yoruichi keeps that smug cat energy, sits on your face like that is the most normal place in the world. Toga looks at you like a snack she is not supposed to have, then happily chokes on your cock like rules stopped existing. And then there is stuff like Vados or Kefla or Caulifla, where your brain is trying to remember power levels while your dick is just happy there is yet another big ass bouncing in your face. They even throw in weird combinations, like giving Bowsette this slow, teasing blowjob scene that lasts just long enough to make you forget you were actually trying to see the Zelda content first. By the way, whoever decided Misty and Jessie need extra focus on footjobs has some stories to explain to a therapist someday. I still appreciated it.

I really like how the pacing somehow feels both rushed and too slow. First girl I tried was Ai Hoshino, because of course I did, and the “date” was over in like two clicks and suddenly she was kneeling between my legs, lipstick smeared on my cock while she looked up with those idol eyes. Then with Hinata I had to go through this longer flirting phase, a bit of voyeur setup, peek under her clothes, touch her softly first. It felt like waiting for food that keeps smelling better while you are starving. Annoying, but in a good way. Or bad. Not sure. Anyway, everything is pure fetish salad. Oral sex scenes everywhere, big tits bouncing like they are competing with each other, asses in your face so often it starts to feel like some kind of religion. I got stuck way too long just watching a Raven scene where she rides you slow, still in half her Teen Titans vibe, moaning soft while her ass cheeks clap in that hypnotic rhythm. Meanwhile I completely forgot I had not even checked Mirko, Mina, or Nejire yet, and those are usually my first picks in any MHA fan game. Still, the weird part is how sometimes the small stuff hits the hardest. Like a moment where Komi is trying to suck you off, all shy and stiff, and the camera lingers a bit too long on the way her lips tremble around the tip. Or the way Marin Kitagawa giggles after swallowing, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then casually asks for “another round” like you just finished playing some gacha together on your phone. At one point my Chrome lagged for a second right when Tatsumaki started a titfuck and I legit got angry, like, that tiny freezing framed her smug face perfectly and I will never see that exact glitch again. Yeah, the game is scuffed, uneven, totally horny, and absolutely not refined. I keep alt tabbing to Telegram and back just to check something, then losing track of which girl I was “romancing” and honestly that chaotic feeling kind of fits.

That buzzing. Still in my ears, I swear. Not the clean, sci-fi hum you'd expect from a laboratory, but something more... organic. Wet mechanical sounds layered over Diana's grunts. The voice work here is what gets me, as someone who obsesses over vocal performance. The actress playing Wonder Woman doesn't go for the obvious, you know, porn star shrieking. It's more like she's fighting herself. A low, defiant growl that cracks into a gasp when the machine behind her, the one with the thick silicone attachment, finds a rhythm she can't brace against. The doctor, some generic evil type, has her strapped down in this cold lab, and the whole premise is just testing devices on her. One joystick controls a dildo in her mouth, another works her pussy, a third for her ass, and the fourth runs this milking pump on her tits. You're just... operating her.

I spent way too long with the oral joystick. Not because it's the most explicit, but because the sound mixing there is weirdly detailed. You can hear her trying to breathe around it, a choked, wet noise that's more humiliating than any of the penetration sounds. It's a small thing, but it stuck with me. The domination tag is earned, I guess, but it's a lazy kind of domination. You're not a character, you're just a hand on a control panel. The game doesn't even try to give the doctor any personality. He's just a pair of gloves occasionally. Wish there was more of a struggle, a sense that this is the Amazon princess, not just any brunette with a tiara. The hardcore tags are accurate, it's relentless, but the "experiment" feels less like a story and more like an excuse to have four simultaneous penetration points.

The humiliation aspect is where the voice acting really sells it, or tries to. When you sync up the anal and vaginal devices to a punishing speed, she lets out this broken little whimper that's almost a question. Like "why is this happening?" But then the loop resets and she's back to defiant grunts. It's a bit like a broken record of degradation. The fucking machine is the star, visually, but the dildo controls feel floaty, no resistance. It's all browser based, so you just click and drag these joysticks, and the animation stutters if you're not on a good connection. A minor complaint that never gets fixed in these things. The whole Justice League is just... absent. No rescue, no context. Just Diana Prince, alone, getting milked and drilled until the loop ends. The memory that lingers isn't the hardcore action, it's that one specific, choked breath. Everything else is just noise.

weird thing: I didn’t expect this game to actually *feel* dirty in a fun way. yeah, everyone says “oh it’s a parody,” but this one leans into it like it’s proud of being a total mess. You start as Beast Boy, but not the goofy cartoon version - more like the “what-if-he-had-a-body-count” one. first scene had me snorting because the dialogue’s half self-aware, half horny nonsense. the art flickers between hot and kinda cursed, and somehow that mix works. I laughed once, then five seconds later I was staring at Raven’s face thinking, “wait, is she enjoying it or plotting my death?” both are hot, honestly.

it’s not subtle, not even pretending. tentacles? sure. futa twist? outta nowhere. then two minutes later you’re getting dominated by Harley like she’s running her own therapy session for bad boys. I swear the writing must’ve been done by five people with different fetishes fighting over the keyboard. Sometimes I hate that - then again, it keeps it unpredictable. One route had this whole corruption vibe where I thought I was winning, but turns out I was the pet by the end. didn’t even mind. the sound effects though… man, they go from soft moans to full-on sticky chaos real quick. I like it. except when they loop weirdly, makes me think my headphones broke.

Top 3 moments you’ll wanna screenshot? easy. 1) Power Girl’s “training scene” that escalates into something Olympic-level athletic. 2) Raven’s mirror sequence - don’t trust it, but do enjoy it. 3) Poison Ivy whispering stuff about roots and growth while you’re too distracted to care about plot. there’s a “moral choice” system but it mostly decides who calls you master or toy. I kept picking random answers just to see who’d snap first. pro tip: don’t rush; let every scene breathe, even the awkward ones. half the fun’s in those weird pauses where nothing happens but everything’s tense. feels human, messy, sexy.

The first thing that hits you is the art. It's this weird, jagged mess of lines, like someone drew it with their non-dominant hand while angry. She-Hulk's muscles have muscles. It's not polished, it's not smooth, it's actively fighting against being pretty. I respect that. It's a deliberate choice, a visual middle finger to every slick, same-faced hentai game out there. You're not here for a gentle watercolor, you're here for a gamma-irradiated legal nightmare with thighs that could crush a Buick.

So you're this manager type, right? And the whole thing is a parody of those big comic universes, but it's horny and broken in the best way. The dialogue is pure shitpost energy. Catwoman shows up and she's not some sleek femme fatale, she's a chaotic gremlin who steals your stapler. The game doesn't explain itself. You just click and things happen. I spent a solid five minutes just staring at a dialogue box where She-Hulk was flexing and the text just said "LEGAL PRECEDENT" in all caps. No context. It was the funniest goddamn thing. The hardcore scenes are... a lot. It's all exaggerated anatomy, impossible positions, and a complete disregard for physics. It's like watching two action figures get smashed together by a kid who just discovered what bodies can do. The writing during these bits is so blunt it circles back around to being poetic. "Muscle meets muscle." That's a real line. I think. Or maybe I hallucinated it.

The roleplay elements are there, I guess. You make choices that feel like they matter until they don't. One path had me brokering a peace treaty between a very angry She-Hulk and a surprisingly petty Catwoman, and the next minute they're... well. The manager angle is just a flimsy excuse to get these overpowered disasters in a room together. I wish there was more actual managing, maybe a spreadsheet or something. But no, it's just pure, unadulterated comic-book smut with a sense of humor that's drier than a Martian desert. The muscle definition on She-Hulk is so detailed it's almost grotesque, and I couldn't look away. It's not a game you recommend. It's a game you confess to finding, like a weird rash you're not entirely unhappy about.

Infinity Crisis Island feels like somebody took a horny fanart folder, a Ren’Py project, and a beach wallpaper they found on Google, shook it all together and said “yeah, that’s enough.” You’re this random owner of a beach house stuck on a tropical island where the multiverse apparently went on vacation. DC girls, Marvel girls, some Disney flavor leaking in, this weird sense that you accidentally opened the rule34 tab instead of Chrome’s normal one. And in the middle of that, She-Hulk, green, stacked, and already acting like your place is her private nude resort. The game starts almost too soft: name your character, pick some responses, pretend you’re doing “choices that matter.” Half the time you’re just trying not to pick the option that sounds like a horny Reddit comment. The other half you’re deliberately picking that exact option because, yeah, you want her to sit on your face and not on the couch.

What I liked first is how casual she is with you. She’s not written like some unreachable goddess, more like that gym girl with a huge ass and big tits who jokes about snapping your spine if you say the wrong thing. You flirt, she smirks, you mess up, she still kind of wants your cock anyway. It’s very “you’re not special, but you’re the only dick on the island right now, so fine.” When the game lets you ramp things up, it goes straight into the good stuff: blowjob scenes where she looks like she could bite it off but instead buries her nose in your pubes, titfucks that feel like getting crushed between two green airbags, handjobs that look more like she’s testing how durable you are. There’s a gangbang vibe teased with the whole multiverse island idea, and you can feel they’re building toward a future where you’ve got Harley Quinn cackling on your lap while Poison Ivy rides your face and Catwoman is in the background pretending she’s above it all, but you also know she’s not. The lesbian stuff hits that “they were always one step from fucking anyway” energy, like Harley and Ivy kissing until one of them gets bored and pulls a dick into the scene, green pussy grinding on anything that moves.

I like that it pretends to be a visual novel with choices, but half the time it’s basically “flirty, flirty but dumber, or ‘I wanna cum inside you’” and whichever you pick, your reward is still creampie. You’ll get anal, pussy, cum on tits, cum on face, cum inside, the usual porn hub playlist, only now it’s on a tropical island and sometimes you remember there’s also Mystique somewhere out there probably planning something weird with shapechanging. One moment you’re watching She-Hulk sucking you off by the pool, her lips sloppy, spit running down your shaft, and next moment your brain goes “wait, where the hell is Goliath in all this, was he mentioned or did I just imagine that tag?” The game doesn’t care. It just wants your dick back in the green mouth. There’s one kiss scene that’s way too sweet for how filthy everything else is, and it annoyed me more than the small UI bug where a line of text overlaps the choice box on mobile. And now that I think about it, I was kind of expecting Catwoman to show up earlier, but then I got distracted when She-Hulk sat on my face and the screen just filled with green ass and I forgot what I was complaining about in the first place.

All the capes are still here, all the big shiny heroines, all the tight suits riding up massive asses, but somebody quietly deleted every dude in both universes and then just left you in the middle like a weird bug. It actually feels like a game built out of a horny glitch: you spawn as this very average guy in a world that looks totally normal at first, then you realize every crowd scene is just endless curves and spandex and not a single Y chromosome except you. One second you’re talking to Maria Hill trying to understand what the hell happened, next second she leans in a bit too close, the shirt opens a little too far, and the “save the world” dialog trees suddenly grow a lot of “optional” branches. The story pretends to be serious, like “oh no, dimensions merged, reality cracked,” but then you’re sandwiched between She‑Hulk’s abs and Power Girl’s boob window in a “tactical debriefing” and that illusion dies fast. I picked a “responsible” answer once with Wonder Woman, thinking it would unlock some noble path, and it just led to her pinning my wrists to the wall and asking in that calm warrior voice if my “body can endure divine training.” Spoiler: it can, but the stamina bar was crying. In a good way. Mostly.

What actually surprised me is how many heroines are horny in totally different ways. Emma Frost doesn’t even pretend; she talks like every line is foreplay, sits on her throne of diamond ass, and the whole time you’re fighting this willpower check not to just click the most submissive option. Then you go to the Tower and Raven acts like she doesn’t care, hiding under her hood, and still ends up on your lap during some magic “stability ritual,” chest pressed to you, mumbling about emotional anchors while grinding in slow circles. Harley is pure chaos: one scene she just jumps on your shoulders, upside down, licking your neck while asking if you prefer Gotham girls or “those star‑spangled Marvel sluts,” and if you answer wrong she bites. Hard. Oral scenes hit that nice middle point between dirty and playful; Black Widow going down on you in a safehouse, still half in mission mode, one hand on her pistol, the other squeezing your balls like she’s interrogating them. And then there’s Poison Ivy, who basically uses you like portable fertilizer, wrapping you in vines, sliding one leg around your waist, and riding you until your vision gets blurry. Vaginal scenes are very explicit, very direct, no shy fade‑to‑black. You see hips slamming, you hear wet sounds, you get those “choose pace” and “where to finish” prompts that make you forget plot even exists for a bit. Sometimes more than a bit, honestly. The romance angle sneaks up on you too: one route with Jean Grey had me actually feeling weirdly soft, her curling against your chest after a psychic overload, talking about being scared of eternity, and three dialogs later she’s bouncing on your cock in a danger room sim while moaning your name into your mind and out loud at the same time. It’s messy, horny, not very subtle, sometimes clunky as hell, sometimes weirdly sweet, and every now and then it feels like you broke some cosmic rule by being the only guy allowed to fuck half the roster of two comic book universes.

The whole thing kicks off at a comic con, right, and you're this loser artist with a booth nobody visits. Classic. Then some cosmic bullshit happens, not even aimed at you, and suddenly you're your own OC. Not just cosplaying, actually transformed. I spent the first twenty minutes just in the inventory screen trying to figure out if the black cat was a party member or a crafting material. It's a sandbox, so you just wander around this weirdly lit 3DCG city bumping into corrupted versions of, like, Tifa and Wonder Woman. The Tifa model has absolutely ridiculous proportions, her big tits practically have their own gravitational pull. The corruption mechanic is there, I guess, you click on things and a bar fills up, but honestly I was just trying to trigger the Helena footjob scene I saw in the previews.

The dialogue is pure parody nonsense. Danny Phantom shows up for no reason and his ghost powers are just... a handjob minigame? The animated sequences are janky as hell, limbs bending in ways that defy both superpowers and basic anatomy. There's this one titfuck scene with Jessie where her ahegao face just freezes mid-loop and she stares into your soul while the animation keeps going. I couldn't stop laughing. The groping mechanics are literally just click and drag, zero feedback, but somehow it still works because the models have that specific rubbery sheen that only certain Daz3D renders get. You know the one.

The sandbox structure means you'll accidentally stumble into a creampie scene with a corrupted Pokémon trainer while looking for the next story trigger. I still don't know what the actual plot is. Something about a comic? The male protagonist just accepts everything immediately, zero questions asked. There's anal sex with a DC character I won't spoil, but the positioning makes no physical sense. I wish the superpowers you supposedly have actually mattered outside of one cutscene, but they won't patch that. The whole thing feels like someone's unmoderated commission folder got turned into a browser game, and honestly? That's the highest compliment I can give.

What even is a H-scene in a game that looks like a sketchpad was left out in the rain. That's the first thought, staring at the title screen. Lines wobble, colors bleed outside the borders like a toddler got hold of a highlighter. And the premise is dumber than a sack of hammers. Some dude at a comic con gets zapped and turns into his own OC. Don't do not steal. Fine, whatever, I'm not here for literary awards.

The groping mechanics are where it goes from confusing to genuinely funny. You get this weird hand cursor, all shaky and imprecise, and you're supposed to, well, cop a feel of Power Girl. Her tits are massive, drawn with this absurd, top heavy logic where her spine should be snapping like a dry twig. The collision detection is a mess. Half the time you're clicking on her shoulder and the game thinks you're trying to tweak a nipple. It's clumsy, sure. But there's this one scene with Tifa behind the bar at the convention, and the whole thing is so janky and awkwardly silent it loops back around to being hot. Like finding a crumpled up dirty drawing in a high school notebook. The Black Cat segment later on has a single frame of animation where her back arches that had me more invested than any AAA game this year. Then you're back to some weird ghost boy from that one show floating around, and the whole fever dream resets.

The Pokemon parody character shows up for like five seconds. Total waste. I spent more time than I'd like to admit trying to get a reaction out of Jessie, just pixel hunting on her ridiculous hair. The whole thing runs in a browser window, probably next to three tabs of way better art, but I didn't close it. The male protagonist is a complete blank slate, a nothing character, which somehow fits the whole "I've made a terrible mistake" energy of the plot. It's a trash fire. A sticky, unpolished trash fire that knows exactly what it is and doesn't apologize. Wish there was a save function though. My finger slipped and I lost all my progress right after the Helena bit.