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?**

The first time I opened it, honestly I laughed. Not because it was bad, just because I didn’t expect Mirko - yeah, the rabbit woman herself - to look *that* good drawn by an AI. Her smirk feels alive, like she knows you’re staring too long. The game pretends to be some kind of therapy simulator, but no one’s here for healing, right? It’s about how far you can push her before she flips roles and starts running the session herself. The sandbox side is half chaos, half gold; one click she’s teasing you like a cat with her tail, the next she’s grabbing control like a pro with way too much stamina. Sometimes I swear the devs trained that AI on pure thirst.

I didn’t love how the pacing jumps around - one moment it’s soft talk and half-naked confession, then suddenly it’s mouth-on-skin, sweat pixel shine, and moaning text boxes so fast you miss the choices. Maybe I’m just slow. The writing has this mix of broken English and perfect filth, kind of charming actually. And the sound? There’s that sloppy, wet Foley noise that you think you hate until, well, you don’t stop clicking replay. I wish the mobile interface didn’t cover the lower text when her thighs move closer to the screen, but maybe that’s part of the tease. Oh, and her laugh - tiny line of pixels and my phone gets hot, coincidence. Probably not.

There’s something about how the game forgets it’s supposed to be a parody halfway through. Like it gets lost in its own hunger, and suddenly you’re not in a comic setting anymore; you’re just there, fingers hovering, wondering what she’ll do next if you press the option that looks too bold. I tried comparing it to other hero-themed smut games but they feel tame now. This one’s dirtier but funny in between, like a drunk confession that turns into a dare. It’s not perfect, nothing close, but there’s a moment where she bites her lip mid-sentence - and for a second, the screen almost feels warm, like she’s right there, breathing, irritated you paused. You’ll see what I mean.

First thing that hit me with this one was that weird déjà vu feeling, like opening some old.swf from Newgrounds days, but your browser suddenly grew up and discovered how horny you really are. You’re this new guy shoved into Crossunder Academy and somehow you stumble into the Student Council instead of the usual sports club or “generic anime club #57.” It sounds boring as hell on paper, but the fun starts when you realize being Class President here isn’t about paperwork, it’s basically a free pass to meddle with every girl in the school and half the staff too. The game kind of waves the “you can change things for the better” flag, but yeah, “better” starts to look a lot like spanking power, groping privileges and watching innocent school rules melt into porn logic.

The vibe is this strange mashup that only real degenerates will recognize. One moment you’re walking through the hallway like some bootleg Peter Parker, and then you notice that the redhead in tight clothes looks suspiciously like Spider Gwen if she took a wrong portal and ended up in a school uniform. You’re in a classroom trying to act serious, but your homeroom teacher has that perfect MILF energy, huge tits that absolutely do not follow gravity physics, a calm voice that makes you think “tradwife from a fucked up fantasy,” and then she leans over your desk and the camera goes full POV on her cleavage while she “explains” the lesson. The game pretends to be a dating sim with little puzzle bits, council choices, club events, that kind of thing, but half the time you’re just clicking through to see who’s going to suck your dick next or which heroine is going to end up with that cross-eyed ahegao while you creampie her on the council room couch. It’s not subtle. It doesn’t even try to be.

What I kinda love is how shameless the crossovers feel. One council meeting has this bookish girl who talks like she spent too many nights in the library at Hogwarts. She is prim, proper, acting all top of the class, until you catch her after hours and she’s on her knees under the desk, glasses fogged up while she gives you a sloppy blowjob and tries to keep her prefect reputation intact. Then there’s a sporty island girl in PE, clearly Nani-coded, big ass in tight shorts that ride up every time you “help adjust her posture” from behind. Another route drops you in some student festival event where a girl with short hair and freckles looks just enough like Roxanne from Goof Troop to make every 90s kid feel very called out. You’re supposed to be organizing stalls, but of course you end up in the storage room, fondling her tits while she tries to keep quiet because people are walking past the door. Somewhere else you have this stretchy mom figure showing up as a “guest speaker,” teaching about responsibility while her body begs to break every school rule, her boobs pressing into you while she whispers how bad it would be if someone saw you fucking her against the blackboard. There is oral sex, handjobs under tables, tits wrapped around your cock during “private counseling,” some exhibitionist scenes where a girl pretends not to notice half the corridor can see her through the window, and those ridiculous animated ahegao faces that feel like a lost art from old hentai OVAs. It’s messy, horny, nostalgic and a bit janky in the way early Flash porn was, and that actually makes it hit harder than some clean, soulless thing.

You drop into this thing as a pretty generic dude in a world that is very obviously “not” My Hero Academia, except it absolutely is and the game is not even pretending hard. It feels like some horny fan opened a sandbox, threw in all the girls, and went “ok, go ruin your life here.” And honestly, it works. There’s no big speech at the start, no huge story dump, you just kind of wander around, poke at menus, talk to girls, figure out what gives affection, what gives lust, what gets you slapped, and where the lewd scenes hide. It’s that messy kind of design where nothing is explained, but after a bit you’re like “ah shit, I get it now” and suddenly you’re optimising which girl you visit first. One moment I was messing with some basic stat grind, next moment Ochaco was on her knees, sloppy and way more into the blowjob than I expected from a parody. Her whole bubbly personality twisted into this needy mess, eyes looking up, drool everywhere on your cock, and I actually had to pause for a second and adjust my phone because yeah, it hits. She goes from shy to “I want every drop” in two lines of dialogue, and it’s hilarious and hot at the same time. The scenes are pretty direct too, no weird poetic bullshit, just “here’s her mouth, here’s your dick, enjoy.” I respect that.

The real fun starts when you realise how many of the girls are here and how different they feel. Tsuyu is exactly what you imagine, all calm and awkward and then she casually talks about using her tongue and you sit there thinking, yeah ok this makes too much sense. Momo acts like she wants everything to stay proper, then she opens her shirt and suddenly it’s just soft tits and polite dirty talk while she pretends she is still being all formal. Midnight is just pure corruption from the first interaction, she talks like she knows you are here to fuck, and she is weirdly proud of that. And then there’s Himiko Toga, who is written like that crazy ex you absolutely should not touch but absolutely will. Her scenes are like a mix of blood kink energy without showing anything too hardcore, and clingy, obsessive dirty talk. It’s uncomfortably good. One time she went from joking about stabbing someone to giving a rough, messy blowjob so fast I was halfway between laughing and, well, not laughing. Jiro is kind of underrated here too, she has that tsundere band-nerd vibe, like she is annoyed your dick exists, then two clicks later she is down there licking it like it is some secret track on her playlist. And Mina, pink disaster girl, just acts like sex is a game and she wants top score, which fits way too well.

What actually surprised me is that there is a real sandbox loop behind all the porn. You walk around, choose where to go, who to annoy, grind a bit of whatever stat you need, unlock more conversations, more scenes, occasionally get blueballed by some requirement you forgot. It feels a little scuffed, like some options are hidden in the dumbest places, and sometimes the pacing is all over the place. One girl gives you a blowjob after two small talks, another makes you run around like an idiot before you see anything more than cleavage, and I’m still slightly pissed about one dialogue choice that kicked me back and I never found that exact line again. The mobile aspect is both a blessing and a curse: it works nicely on the bus, but also the UI buttons are sometimes just a tiny bit too close, so I kept mis-tapping and skipping a line right before a good scene, which made me want to throw my phone out of pure spite. But anyway, once you get rolling, it turns into this constant loop of “ok, just one more interaction with Nemuri, then I’ll stop” and then suddenly Jiro has a new oral scene and you forget what you were even farming for. It is messy, horny fanservice with a bit of grind and a lot of oral focus, exactly the kind of trash you keep installed on your phone and pretend you don’t.

The whole thing feels like watching a microwave meal spin. You know exactly what you're getting, there's zero surprise, but sometimes that's the point. Princess Peach takes a stroll, some green tentacle beast grabs her, and the rescue window slams shut before Mario even laces up his boots. What follows is a straightforward, unpolished loop of the blonde getting stuffed in every hole. Anal, pussy, throat, the works. The animation is janky, like a flipbook drawn by someone who just discovered what a cervix looks like.

That face, though. When the cum starts coating her, Peach has this expression that's less "help me" and more "finally, some decent cardio." It's the one detail that sticks, this weirdly specific look of bored acceptance mixed with a hint of smugness. Makes you think about all those off-screen sessions with Bowser the description hints at. The tentacles don't so much *** her as they just... occupy space she's already cleared out. She's a veteran. The parodic angle of a Nintendo icon getting absolutely ruined loses its shock fast and just becomes a messy, wet routine.

The sound design is basically a wet slapping noise on repeat. No music, no ambiance, just the rhythmic squelch of a princess getting drilled. It's the kind of thing you'd accidentally leave running on a browser tab and then panic when you hear it from the other room. The whole thing is rough, deliberately so, and the tentacle *** fantasy is presented without any flair. It just happens. Then it keeps happening. Like a party where someone spiked the punch and now everyone's just sort of awkwardly grinding in a corner. The pacing is a flatline, a single, relentless beat of penetration that never escalates or changes rhythm. I once tried to sync it up with a podcast, which tells you everything about the level of engagement here. The blonde hair gets everywhere, sticking to the tentacles in a way that's almost hypnotic if you're bored enough.

The mouse click feels hollow, plastic, but the screen gives back something wet. That’s the trade off here. You pick a girl, any of the Fairy Tail crew, and the loop starts. Erza’s hair clips through her shoulder for a split second, a tiny jagged tear in the fabric of the thing, and then it’s just the rhythm. The wet, glottal stop sound on the downstroke is the only real texture the game has, a thick, repeated gulk that vibrates up through my palm even though I know the controller isn’t actually doing that. It’s a phantom sensation.

Lucy’s eyes water in a way that’s almost convincing, a single tear track that catches the flat light. You can almost feel the heat of a blush on her cheeks if you squint. The whole thing is a single, repeating animation of a cock disappearing into a throat, the neck bulging slightly. It’s the Super Deepthroat format stripped down to its bones, no dials to twist for speed or depth, just a slideshow of gagging. I wish Meredy’s model had the same weight as Juvia’s, but the artist clearly had a favorite and it shows in the way the spit strings connect and snap. The lack of control is a splinter under the fingernail. You just watch, a passive pervert, as Mavis takes it to the limit with a blank, professional stare that’s more unnerving than sexy.

The parody aspect is just a skin, a thin veneer of character names over a very functional throat. It’s a Whentai animation, so you know the deal. The whole thing is a single, unpolished jewel of a moment, a perfect loop of choking devotion. The sound design is the real star, a squelching, desperate symphony that makes the static image feel alive. It’s a shame you can’t make Erza go faster. The gag reflex is just a visual cue, a twitch, but your own throat tightens in sympathy. A weird, sticky little artifact of a game that knows exactly what it is and doesn’t bother to be anything else. The cumshot is just a texture swap, a sudden gloss on her chin that looks more like plastic than fluid, and then the loop begins again.

The wall texture in Zelda's bedroom. What even is that? It looks like someone smeared old wallpaper paste on a flat plane and called it a day. I was doing my Link cosplay, right, the green tunic is all laid out on my chair for reference, and I boot up this thing for maybe some royal outfit ideas. Instead I get a princess with a wine glass and a stare that says she's seen the Hero of Time do some weird stuff with a chicken. The whole point is getting her drunk enough to do a striptease. Classy.

So you're just, pouring this pixelated Hyrule wine. There's a minigame. It's not hard. The feedback is her face getting more red and her dialogue getting that slurred quality. I swear one of her voice lines cracked mid word and it was the most realistic part. The actual video clips that play when you succeed. They're okay. Grainy, like a bad upload to an old tube site. But that grain kinda works for the vibe. It feels forbidden. Not like, polished forbidden. More like finding a crumpled magazine in the woods forbidden. Her costume, right, the princess dress. It's all about the layers. The way the shoulder strap slides. The sound effect for the fabric is just a generic swoosh. Missed opportunity for some real rustling.

The whole elf thing is there, pointy ears poking through hair. The game just. Ends. If you fail she kicks you out. My biggest complaint, and I will never get over this, is that the wine bottle model has no label. Just a flat purple cylinder. In a game about seduction through alcohol, you'd think they'd put some Hyrulean crest on the booze. There's a specific moment where she does this little twirl and the animation loops for a second too long and it's pure comedy. I wished for a gallery mode to just see the outfits without the minigame but that won't happen. Also the bed is just a brown rectangle. It's not even a nice brown.

The sound mixing on this thing is a crime scene. Himawari’s little gasps keep clipping, like someone recorded her on a phone from 2009 and then just shrugged. But Sakura? Whoever voiced her deserves a weird little trophy. There’s this one moment where she’s grinding down on Himawari’s face, and she lets out this breathy, almost annoyed sigh, like she’s stuck in traffic but also about to cum. It’s so specific. I rewound it four times just to figure out why it worked. The wet noises underneath are too loud, like someone stirring a bowl of mac and cheese, but that sigh cuts through it all. Pure character acting in a sea of sloppy foley.

The scene itself is a mess of Konoha’s finest tangled up. Sakura riding her daughter’s face while Sara, sporting a fully functional surprise cock, is just railing Hinata from behind. The game gives you these arrow buttons to spin the camera, and I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to line up a shot where you can see both mother-daughter pairs in the same frame. It’s clunky. The animation loops are short, so Sakura’s hips do this weird stutter step every few seconds, like a gif that’s struggling to load. But the character models have that glossy, overripe look that these parody things always go for, all shine and no subtlety. Sarada’s not even in this scene, despite the tag, which feels like a personal insult.

The whole thing is basically a what-if fanfic where the futanari logic is never explained. Sara just has a dick now. Deal with it. The incest vibe is there if you squint, but it’s more about the geometry of the group sex than any real story. You click, they fuck, the camera spins. The hidden chapter gimmick is just a different angle of the same sweaty pile. It’s hot in that brain-off, late-night scrolling way, but that one perfect Sakura sigh is doing all the heavy lifting for a scene that otherwise moves like a screensaver.

The first thing that hits you is how janky the whole thing feels, like someone slapped it together in a weekend after too much blue milk. And honestly? That's part of the charm. Star Moans doesn't pretend to be anything other than a quick, dirty parody where Rey gets absolutely railed by Kylo Ren's massive cock. The cumshot at the end is less a reward and more a punctuation mark, a messy period at the end of a very short sentence.

The pacing is like a microwave burrito, hot on the outside, frozen in the middle, but you eat it anyway because you're hungry. You click through a few dialogue boxes, the art shifts from passable to "did they trace this from a bootleg action figure?", and then suddenly there's a big cock filling the screen. No foreplay, no buildup. Just straight to the point. I kept waiting for some kind of minigame or at least a button to change positions, but no. You're just along for the ride, watching Rey's face contort in ways that would make Daisy Ridley's agent weep.

There's a moment where Kylo Ren says something about the Force and then immediately goes back to pounding her, and I laughed out loud. Not because it was funny, but because it was so absurdly committed to its own stupidity. The localization choices are wild too. Some lines read like they were run through three different translators and then typed with one hand. "Your resistance ends here" indeed.

Who gets the most out of this? Probably someone who's already seen every Rule 34 image of these two and just wants a moving version with sound effects that sound like a wet handshake. If you're looking for story or character development, you're in the wrong galaxy. But if you want to see a big cock, a cumshot, and a parody that doesn't give a single fuck about canon, this delivers exactly that and nothing more. The lack of any real interaction still bugs me though. You just watch. Like a pervert at a keyhole.