Alright so this My Hero Academia parody thing caught me completely off guard. Like, I went in expecting some basic fanservice nonsense but ended up spending way too much time figuring out how to properly "counsel" Rumi Usagiyama without her kicking my virtual teeth in. The rabbit hero's got this whole tsundere energy mixed with straight-up predator vibes that honestly makes zero sense but somehow works? One minute she's calling you a weakling, next she's grinding against your lap during what's supposed to be a professional therapy session. The AI-generated artwork looks decent enough for what it is, though Midnight's proportions are absolutely ridiculous even by anime standards.

What really gets me is how the dialogue system actually matters here. You can't just mash through conversations hoping for the lewdest option - these heroines will shut you down hard if you come on too strong too fast. Mirko especially seems programmed to test whether you're actually paying attention to her personality quirks or just trying to speedrun to the sex scenes. When I finally unlocked her bedroom scene after like an hour of carefully balanced flirting and psychological manipulation, the payoff felt genuinely earned instead of just handed to me. Though honestly the handjob animations could use some work, they loop weird.

The sandbox structure lets you bounce between different heroines whenever you want, which is perfect for when Midnight starts getting too clingy or Rumi's attitude becomes insufferable. Each girl has her own therapy schedule and mood system that you gotta track, plus there's this weird minigame where you massage their stress points that's way more involved than it needs to be. Sometimes the translation feels a bit off too - like when Mirko says something that's probably meant to be seductive but comes out sounding like a grocery list. Still hit different though, not gonna lie.

Naoki doesn’t start out as the pervert you meet later on - that’s the best part. He’s a normal guy with a normal marriage, just a little too honest about what stirs him up inside. The game pulls you in not because of some flashy setup, but because of how uncomfortably *real* it feels when those filthy thoughts begin crawling in. One night he’s imagining Rika smiling at another man, and instead of anger or jealousy, something deep and shameful inside him lights up. You can almost feel the sweat on his neck, that mix of guilt and arousal that turns into something he can’t shut down anymore. It’s not romantic; it’s raw, embarrassing even, but that’s exactly why it hits harder than half the fake “passionate” stuff other games throw at you.

Rika herself is drawn like someone you’d actually see across the street - curves heavy enough to make your chest tighten but soft, expressive eyes that tell you she’s not innocent either. The animation lingers. When she moves, her hips drag a second longer than they should, and it’s hard to look away. There’s this one scene - Naoki watching through the crack of a door while his friend Kenta talks to her - and it’s more erotic than the full-on sex later, because the tension has that ugly truth behind it. You’re not supposed to want this. But you do. When the game finally lets go of its restraint and the three of them crash together, it doesn’t pretend it’s beautiful. It’s messy, sweaty, and just shy of cruel. Rika’s moans don’t sound like performance; they sound like surrender. And Naoki’s face during the creampie scene looks half destroyed, half enlightened.

It’s strange, maybe even uncomfortable, but if you’ve ever read those darker doujin panels where the shading tells more story than the words, you’ll get what this game’s doing. It’s turning jealousy into something almost holy - fucked-up, sure, but honest.

You wake up as Lieutenant Arkay, already balls deep in Empire bullshit and not even sure if you’re the bad guy or just the horny one who signed the wrong paper. General Orbius dumps you on this secret research station called S.H.A.D.O.W., floating in space, quiet and cold, with that soft humming sound in the background that makes everything feel like it’s vibrating under your feet. Doors slide open with that smooth hiss, lights bloom across the floor, and every corridor feels like it’s hiding some dirty secret around the corner. It’s all very sci-fi and serious at first, then the “research” part hits: monster girls in containment, clone soldiers that look almost the same until you notice their tits or their eyes or the way they bite their lip when you grab them by the throat. There’s this weird mix of military discipline and pure filth that actually works. You’re still writing daily reports for the Empire, but between lines you’re thinking “yeah, I made her cum 3 times and then filled her ass, is that classified too, sir?”

The game plays like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re pretending to do your duty, checking data on some console like a good officer, next you’re cornering a clone in a maintenance bay, hand on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse while the other one slides into her panties. The detail is nice in a dirty way: her breath getting shorter when you grope her, the way her thighs press together when you tease instead of fuck, the sticky sound when you finally push in after too much teasing. There is one scene where you’re in this observation room, watching a monster girl train with a group of clone girls. It starts as “combat exercise” and ends as you, behind one-way glass, jerking off while the monster girl pins one clone to the floor and licks her all over, and the others pile in. Full on group sex, tails wrapping around waists, hands everywhere, one of them riding a toy while you decide if you join them or just keep being the pervy voyeur. I actually liked the titfuck scenes more than I expected, which is stupid, because usually I skip those. Here, one MILF scientist in a tight uniform kneels in front of you in some random lab, pops her tits out of the white coat, grabs your cock and presses her soft boobs around it, slow, sticky strokes, leaving little smears of precum on her skin. You can feel in your mind that warm, slick slide, her glasses slightly crooked because you pulled her hair too hard. And I still think the anal scenes are the best part, except they kinda aren’t, except they are. The pacing is a bit strange: sometimes you spend too long just walking around the station, touching consoles, listening to Orbius talk about “important projects” while you’re just here waiting to creampie another clone. At one point I got stuck wondering if the clones even remember who fucked them yesterday or if it’s all blended into one long mission report titled “Arkay abuses his authority again.” Anyway, I got distracted by this tiny thing: the sound of doors. They always make the same noise, and now my brain links it with “someone is about to get groped.” It’s annoying. I kinda love it. I was going to say something about the fantasy part with the monster girls wielding strange powers, but now I just remember the way one of them clamps down around your cock when you push in her pussy while her tentacles hold another girl open for you, and yeah, whatever, lore can wait.

The engine behind this Tokyo-set corruption fest runs smoother than expected, though the AI-generated artwork occasionally glitches in ways that'd make you wonder if someone fed the algorithm too much hentai at once. Character expressions shift between perfectly rendered ahegao faces and slightly off proportions that remind me of those deepfake fails from 2019. But honestly? The technical hiccups add this weird authenticity to the whole "modern Tokyo nightlife gone wrong" vibe they're pushing.

What hits different here is how the netorare elements creep up on you. One moment you're following this reunited couple through neon-lit streets, next thing the male protagonist's watching his girl get corrupted by family secrets and manipulative assholes who know exactly which buttons to push. The kinetic novel format means you're basically along for the ride while this dude's world implodes in the most erotically charged way possible. Big tits and bigger asses dominate every scene, but it's the psychological manipulation that really gets under your skin. The corruption isn't just physical - though there's plenty of oral action and handjobs to keep your attention - it's watching trust dissolve frame by frame.

Platform-wise, this thing loads fast enough but occasionally stutters during the more intensive scenes. Nothing game-breaking, just annoying when you're deep in a teasing sequence and suddenly the animation freezes mid-thrust. The male domination themes play out through some genuinely uncomfortable power dynamics that'd make even seasoned players pause. Tokyo's underbelly serves as the perfect backdrop for this descent into moral ambiguity, where every choice feels like it's pushing someone closer to the edge. Sure, the masturbation scenes could use better pacing and the dialogue sometimes reads like it was translated by someone who learned English from porn subtitles, but the overall corruption arc delivers exactly what the tags promise.

Rain, snow, horny college boys and a bunch of talking animal dudes in the middle of nowhere. That’s more or less the vibe here. You play this slightly awkward guy who got shipped off to study in Norway, and somehow you end up in this tiny guesthouse way above the arctic circle, stuck with a bunch of other guys who are all some flavor of cute, weird, or “oh god why am I hard again”. Most of them are furries, you’re a furry too, but the game doesn’t scream “yiff now” in your face. It’s more like: you wake up, brush your teeth, stare at the snow outside, and then suddenly the wolf roomie is stretching in a tight shirt and your brain just quietly leaves the chat. The lewd stuff sneaks up on you. One second you talk about science camp, next second you’re in some small bedroom, lights low, trying not to make too much noise while a guy with soft fur is breathing into your ear and you’re both already past the point of return.

What I liked is how it actually lets you be a little shit with choices. You can flirt badly, push people away, get attached to the wrong guy, or just be the shy mess who needs three lines of inner monologue to ask someone to go for a walk. Some paths start super wholesome, like watching the northern lights together and talking about your past. Then, without big fireworks, a hand stays on your thigh for just a bit too long, and if you lean into it, things escalate. The sex isn’t just “click and suddenly porn”. You work for it in a small way. Sitting close under a blanket, feeling his tail twitch against your leg, the awkward half-boner you’re trying to hide, all that. When it finally explodes, it feels earned: heavier breathing, wet sounds in the quiet guesthouse, his claws or paws holding you in place while you grind against him or drop to your knees. It doesn’t go crazy hardcore, but it doesn’t shy away from cocks, cum, messy underwear, morning wood pressing against someone’s hip in a shared bed. I got one scene where you wake up spooning a guy, fully hard, and he just reaches back, rubs you through your boxers and whispers something half-teasing, half needy. That was the point I stopped pretending I was just “checking the story”.

It’s not perfect. Sometimes the pacing is weird and you spend a bit too long listening to small talk about studies, and you’re like “ok but when do I get to make out with the big cat again”. A few scenes feel like they are heading somewhere filthy, then they slow down into emotional talk and your dick has to wait. On the other hand, that slow burn makes the actual payoffs better. You start to notice which guy looks at you when he thinks you are not watching, or how someone’s ears flatten when you tease them. There was one path where I ended up in a cramped sauna with another guy, sweat dripping, towels slipping, and the game leans into that “we’re just bros chilling” for a bit too long before finally letting the tension snap and you get hands under towels, hard bodies pressed together, all that steam making it feel even dirtier. By that point I didn’t care about the little dialogue stumbles or how sometimes the MC overthinks like a Twitter user. It’s basically “gay furry camp where you can actually fall for the dude before you jerk off to him”, with plenty of moments where your mouse is in one hand and the other hand is… busy.

You wake up in this weird in‑between place that feels like someone smashed a porn studio, a nerd convention and a haunted house together and forgot to clean up the lore. Nobody is surprised you just popped in from some random reality. They’re more interested in your dick, your schedule, and whether you sign the consent forms. It’s all very casual. People wander around half-dressed, fully naked, or in outfits that probably break like three different labor laws, but everyone treats it like just another workday. You’re the new guy with way too much freedom and way too little supervision, which is exactly how the game likes it.

The whole thing plays like a lazy day on your phone when you should be answering emails but instead you’re switching between Pornhub, F95, and Telegram. One minute you’re flirting with a stacked milf who has that “I’ve ruined men before” vibe, next minute you accidentally wander into a horror-themed set where a monster girl is chained up for a scene and asks if you want to “rehearse” the tentacle bit. There’s this nice rhythm where you can just walk around, peek into rooms, catch people mid-blowjob or bent over a couch, and decide if you want to join, watch from the dark corner, or act like a professional and go buy coffee. Nobody forces you into anything, which is honestly kinda hot when some cocky actress rolls her eyes and goes “Then don’t, I’ve got five more guys on call.” The power fantasy is there, but it doesn’t hold your hand. You pick who you chase, who you ignore, who you keep as that one late-night regular you always come back to for a quick creampie before touching anything else.

What sells it for me is how filthy it goes without pretending to be classy. You’ve got big tits stuffed into outfits three sizes too small, big asses that just beg for a hard slap, anal scenes that start with teasing and end with “okay, that looked like it hurt but she’s smiling so fine.” There’s straight stuff, lesbian scenes where two girls forget the camera and just devour each other, some surprisingly tender gay content that makes the male MC feel more like a real perv than a porn robot, and then those group things where everyone is on everyone and you basically give up trying to label what’s happening and just enjoy the mess. The voyeur side is strong too; half of my early game was just me peeking through windows or pretending to look for props while people got railed in the background. There’s this old gilf studio manager who flirts so aggressively you kind of hope she finally drags you into her office and “negotiates your contract” on her desk, but she keeps getting interrupted by some stupid production issue and it drove me insane. And then you forget because a monster girl with horns and drool on her chin asks if you wanna try something “unsafe for YouTube but perfect for here,” and suddenly you’re on your knees, nobody’s talking about contracts anymore, and your only real problem is deciding which of these insane people you’re going to keep in your personal little harem ending once you’ve seen enough to know exactly how wrong this place can get in the best possible way.

Yeah alright, this one feels like some horny fanfic someone refused to leave in their Google Docs and just shoved into a game engine instead. You’re basically watching a bunch of Trails-flavored characters get dragged through this ugly corporate city where everything smells like debt, cheap booze and bad decisions, and the only “professional” who’ll help is Van, this fixer who looks like he’s permanently five missed payments behind on everything. It’s a kinetic novel, so don’t come in expecting choices or stat grinding. You click, you read, and every now and then the story sucker punches you with a scene where somebody suddenly has a cock down their throat or is fingering themselves in a room that really should have curtains. Simple, dumb, kind of hot.

The structure jumps between characters, which sounds clever and high level, but in practice feels more like reading horny group chat logs where somehow everyone writes in full sentences. One moment you’re stuck in Agnes’ head while she’s trying to pretend her “research” isn’t just stalking a pattern of broken classmates, and five minutes later you’re in Van’s brain, watching him pretend he’s too jaded to care while he absolutely cares, because of course he does, he’s the dumb noir protagonist archetype with a hard cock and soft spot. The best parts are when the game stops trying to be serious about corporate intrigue and just lets the filth breathe. Like there’s this sequence where Agnes is alone in her tiny student room, doomscrolling on her phone, reading messages from classmates about weird incidents, and between every new disturbing clue she’s got one hand inside her panties, getting off to the same tension that’s freaking her out. It’s messy, a bit pathetic, and way more believable than the usual “pure honor student suddenly swallows dick like a pro” nonsense. Then later she actually does swallow dick like a pro and the game doesn’t really explain that jump, but porn logic, right.

The AI art thing is funny in a wrong way. Some scenes look great at first glance, like Agnes kneeling between Van’s legs in this dingy office, her tits spilling out while she’s “paying for the investigation” with her mouth, and the lighting makes it feel like dirty afternoon porn. Then your eye catches some weird finger shape or a strand of hair that looks like it’s trying to escape the render. It’s not enough to kill the mood, but you can absolutely tell this wasn’t some hand-painted masterpiece. Sometimes that roughness works though. When Van’s jerking off alone in his room, thinking about all the clients he “shouldn’t” touch, the slightly uncanny body proportions make him look tired, too real, like a guy who drinks too much convenience store coffee and rubs one out before going back into emotional hell. I liked that scene more than the fancy ones actually. Oral stuff is the main star here, lots of angles focusing on lips stretched around cock, drool, smear of lipstick, that kind of thing. If you’re here for huge tits, you get them, but half the time they’re just bouncing in the background while the camera is obsessed with tongues and wet sounds. Kind of annoying. Kind of perfect. Depends when you catch me.

Rowan is supposed to be the boring happy-ending guy. War hero, tiny village, hot wife who actually loves him, all that fairy tale stuff. Then the game basically grabs him by the balls and drags him back into the kind of world you’d expect from some depressed fantasy writer who jerks off to demon girls. You start with this vibe of “retired hero, quiet married life,” and in like five clicks you’re knee-deep in demons, cult shit, political mess, and way too many chances to ruin your marriage just because somebody looked at you with glowing eyes and big tits. It pretends to be about grand fantasy and the six kingdoms, peace after the big war, blah blah, but the real hook is watching Rowan and Alexia slowly bend, crack, and sometimes completely snap under pressure. You’re pushing them into deals with monsters and nobles, letting them get corrupted, watching them cheat or get used, then acting surprised like “wow, how did this happen.” Yeah, sure. Totally an accident when you sent your wife into that obviously horny monster girl’s lair in lingerie.

The whole thing is built around choices that feel like you’re playing with their souls instead of stats. Sometimes you’re managing the castle and moving troops, and it looks almost normal, like a strategy sim wearing a cheap porn costume. Then out of nowhere you’re arranging a threesome, or letting your hero get pegged by some smug demon, or forcing him to watch as his wife “negotiates” with a noble who has more gold than morals. One moment you’re clicking through political scenes that feel straight out of some low-budget Witcher fanfic, next you’re in a sweaty lesbian ritual with a priestess who clearly skipped the part of the holy book about modesty. There are futa demons with cocks that look like they have their own skill tree, horny elves who act like they discovered group sex and never stopped, and that one early scene where you know you shouldn’t flirt with the mysterious woman, but your dick does the decision-making and the game quietly writes your marriage’s death flag in the background. Sometimes it leans into female domination so hard Rowan basically turns into a toy in his own story, and sometimes you steer Alexia into being the one who gets off on being “pure” while doing the filthiest oral in the realm. Half the fun is that you’re never really sure if you’re still the hero, or just the bastard pulling all the strings while the world rots in a very hot, very wet way.

You know that awful feeling when your phone buzzes, you open the chat, and you’re not sure if you even want to scroll up because you already feel something’s wrong? This game lives inside that feeling. You play as Eddie, normal guy, married, kind of worn out by life, stuck in this shitty loop of work, stress, debt, and a dick that just refuses to cooperate when you actually need it. The whole thing plays out mostly through chats and phone stuff, so you’re basically spying on your own life. Messages, pictures, little bits of “hey babe, miss you” turning into “hey, I’m working late” and then into things you really don’t want to see your wife sending to someone else. And still you keep tapping, because of course you do.

Rachel starts as that sweet, supportive wife who just wants to help, who wants her man back, wants sex that isn’t awkward and half-hearted. The game doesn’t jump straight into filth. It teases you. She takes small jobs, chats with new people, gets “friendly” with that one guy who compliments her more in two texts than Eddie managed in a whole week. You see her selfies get a bit bolder. At first it’s cute. She’s shy, a bit embarrassed, but she sends that “accidental” cleavage pic and you feel both proud and a bit sick. Then the pictures get dirtier. The emojis change. The typing pauses get longer. The game really likes to make you stare at the screen waiting for three dots, wondering if she’s going to send something soft or something that will make you want to punch the wall and jerk off at the same time.

Sex scenes here are mostly in your head and on the phone screen, twisted together. When she’s playing with herself, you don’t just see her; you see the messages that pushed her there. Some random guy hyping her up, telling her how wet she must be, asking for “proof”, and she actually sends it. You get AI-style images that look like those edited photos you see on Telegram porn channels, slightly too clean, but the situation around them is messy as fuck. There’s cheating, voyeurism, corruption, all that good painful stuff. You read how she describes your failures in bed while you’re the one stuck watching and masturbating like some pathetic cuck who can’t even look away. The worst part is how normal it all feels. No magic, no mind control. Just money problems, stress, one dude with a working dick and another with a nice salary and a smooth tongue, and a woman who gets tired of waiting. The story doesn’t need big twists. It just pokes at those ugly relationship fears until they get horny, then keeps going a bit too far. You know it’s going to hurt. You still open the next chat. And the next picture. And the next.