Tony Stark finally gets to act like Tony Stark here, not the sad movie version always saving the universe instead of getting laid. You start in this obscene luxury island mansion that looks like somebody mashed together a billionaire’s Airbnb, a secret SHIELD bunker and a nightclub from Miami that never closes. The game just drops you in as the smug asshole host of an endless “hero party”, with Gwen Stacy on the balcony checking city views, Raven pretending not to care in a dark corner, Supergirl trying to look wholesome while wearing something that would get you banned on Twitch, and you thinking about profit margins while also planning whose panties you’re gonna take off next. It sounds like a power fantasy because it is, but the fun part is how messy and horny it gets when the whole “management” part starts clashing with “I want to creampie every superheroine in this building”.

One moment I was in some fake meeting room talking business numbers with Stark’s AI, flicking through contracts like on Google Sheets, trying to keep the party budget from exploding. Five clicks later I’m in the pool area, flirting with Spider-Gwen, picking joke options about web shooters that really should not have worked, and suddenly the dialogue goes from snarky to filthy real fast. It has that thing where your choices stack up quietly, so after a few shameless lines and one badly timed compliment about her ass, she still ends up in your room casually stroking you through your pants like it’s just another Tuesday. The game treats handjobs as just a warm-up, not some big event, which is kinda funny because they animate it like it’s a ceremony. And when she finally climbs on top and you choose whether to pull out or fill her up, the game actually reacts in later scenes with her being a little more clingy, or weirdly sarcastic about you not knocking her up. I picked creampie first time just because the button was bright and I have zero self control, then spent the next in-game day sweet talking her like I didn’t basically turn her into my personal breeding experiment.

What I liked a lot is how the heroines don’t feel copy-paste. Raven is cold and slow to open up, which makes it absolutely priceless when she goes from passive-aggressive spell girl to pressing her soaked panties into your hand in the training room. Supergirl acts like she’s above normal horniness, until you catch her alone on the terrace and push a bit harder, then suddenly she’s begging you to fuck her like some random fan, not a symbol of hope. Black Cat and Wonder Woman show up later and kinda blow up whatever “plan” you had, since they respond better when you act even more arrogant than usual. There was this stupid moment where I promised Scarlet Witch I’d help with some experiment, completely forgot, spent the night pounding She-Hulk in the gym shower, and then had to deal with Wanda throwing me this jealous, half-psycho magic tantrum while still obviously wanting my dick. The tone is all over the place in a good way: one room you’re talking business strategy like a tycoon game, next room you’re raw-dogging a superheroine on Stark-branded bedsheets, hoping the AI doesn’t comment. It’s horny, dumb, strangely clever sometimes, and absolutely not interested in making you feel like a good person. Which is kind of the point when you’re running a never-ending party where every hero girl eventually ends up naked and breathing hard into your ear.

First thing that hits you with this one is how stupidly on-the-nose the Halloween vibe is, in a good way and also in a kind of trashy way that fits porn games way too well. It’s all haunted corridors, weird slime stains on walls, pumpkins watching you like they know you’re about to jerk off, the usual. The whole thing sits in that Avatar / Legend of Korra parody pocket, but instead of doing the grand “save the world” thing, it’s more like “try not to die while your dick is out.” You play as a guy dumped into this paranormal mess where spirits and monsters want your body in every possible sense. One second a ghost milf is literally trying to suck your soul out through your cock, next second there’s blood on the floor and a jumpscare that almost makes you close your browser out of reflex. Almost. It keeps that goofy humor tone from the FET universe, like characters crack dumb lines right before doing something completely vile, and it somehow works. You laugh, then there’s a futa spirit pinning you against a wall and using you like a toy, and the joke just feels like part of the abuse. In a fun way. Kind of.

The animated scenes carry the whole thing. They aren’t “perfect”, some loops look a bit rough or stiff, but that’s also why they feel dirtier. Korra riding you with her tits bouncing slightly off-sync, a monster cock sliding into her while she’s still pretending to be in control, the slow push into a wet pussy while a shadow hand covers her mouth and she tries not to moan too loud. There’s a sleep sex scene that’s way more messed up than it pretends to be: you waking up halfway through, not sure if it’s a dream or a ghost literally using your body. No fade-to-black, just full-on grinding, cum, and her whispering some creepy loving shit in your ear. The violence is graphic enough that you wince once or twice, like when a paranormal thing claws your back open during doggy and it’s played as joke and horror at the same time. Game lets you masturbate in one corner scene while some possessed milf watches from the mirror, and that stupid little detail stayed in my head longer than the “big” story beats. Oral scenes are all over the place, messy, spit dripping, sometimes a bit cartoonish, which somehow fits the parody. Vaginal stuff gets most of the focus, especially with Korra, and it’s very “fan brain candy”: positions you know people have been drawing for years, now in motion, plus the occasional futanari twist where suddenly she’s the one doing the penetrating and you just have to accept it because of “spooky magic.” The horror is never serious enough to kill the mood, but it’s never fully background either, so you’re jerking it while also waiting for something awful to pop up. In a way, that tension is the real fetish here.

Three words first: horny, petty, cruel.

This game is basically about a lonely nerd with a hypnosis toy who should never be trusted with actual people, so of course we get to pilot his brain. Classic visual novel flow: click through dialog, pick the fork, watch everyone spiral. Nothing fancy on the surface, but the writing goes way past the usual “boobs appear, brain off” routine. The mind control stuff is mean in a very… careful way. You start with a simple suggestion in some quiet school hallway, like “hey, maybe unbutton your shirt, it’s hot in here,” and ten minutes later she’s standing in front of the whole class, totally dazed, fingers shaking while she peels her uniform open because your guy rewired her to think that’s normal. The humiliation scenes work because the characters actually talk like people first. They complain about homework, they tease each other, they rant about dumb club drama. Then you hit them with the penlight and suddenly the same girl who was rolling her eyes at you is standing there with her tits half out, cheeks on fire, mumbling “this is okay, right?” while everyone stares. That jump from banter to controlled puppet is where the game is nasty in a good way. It’s not subtle, but it knows exactly what it’s doing.

Story branches get wild. One route you slowly train a girl to calm down only when she’s stripping, so every stressful situation turns into her shakily taking off another piece of clothing. Library argument? Off goes the blazer. Teacher scolds her? Skirt on the desk. At some point I saw more bra in that hallway than in my entire Chrome history, and I use Chrome like a degenerate already. Another path leans into romance, which sounds wholesome until you realize your “sweet girlfriend” moments were basically patched together by you rewriting her insecurities. She cuddles up to you on the roof, big soft chest pressed against you, whispering how safe she feels around you, and in the back of your head you remember the literal text choice where you made her associate your voice with pleasure. It hits that uncomfortable place where you’re turned on and also thinking “wow, my protagonist is absolute garbage” and then you click the next sexy option anyway. Some of the teasing scenes are slow burn as hell, like you spend what feels like a full hentai episode just planting small triggers. A phrase here, a little “focus on my eyes” there, making her blush by calling out her underwear color. When it finally pays off and she’s glassy-eyed in the changing room, tugging down her panties because you told her “this is what good girls do,” the payoff feels earned in a really dirty way. Not gonna lie, a couple routes drag, you get chunks of chatter where you just mash mouse button and check Discord on your phone, but then suddenly someone is getting hypnotically convinced that being topless in the clubroom is her duty as class rep and your attention snaps right back. And yeah, sometimes the main guy acts like a whiny Reddit post gained sentience, but then he weaponizes that penlight and the whole tone shifts from loser energy to “oh, this bastard is dangerous.” It’s messy, horny, and way too good at making shame look sexy.

Robert thinks he’s getting this quiet life in a big old manor with a loyal wife, two sweet daughters and a bunch of dusty rooms that smell like old wood and secrets. Instead he basically invites corruption in for tea, because he lets that “family friend” uncle Peter move in. You know the type: old guy, fake polite, eyes glued to every tight skirt, smiles too long at the girls, talks about “tradition” while thinking about tits. The game doesn’t even pretend he’s harmless. He’s the walking midlife crisis of the house, and the best part is that the manor itself feels like it’s on his side. There’s this hidden room with a demonic book, Lilith whispering shit into the family’s minds, and suddenly nobody in that house is as pure as they look. The whole vibe is: you watch a normal family get slowly twisted from the inside, and the game really takes its time rubbing your face in how “normal” they were before.

What caught me is how the horny stuff grows out of small moments. It’s not just “click here, sex happens”. You’re chatting with Sophia in the hallway, she’s in this simple dress, nothing crazy, and then you see her bend a little too low to pick something up and you know Peter noticed it too. Next scene he’s “helping” her in the kitchen, hand too close to her ass, casual comments that feel innocent if you read them fast. You don’t. You stare. And Lilith’s influence creeps in, pushing them all toward this ugly, delicious mess of cheating, jealousy, and that kind of “I hate that I’m turned on” tension. Casey’s attitude shifts bit by bit, Emily starts to linger when she shouldn’t, and the choices you make as the male protagonist just grease the slope. When the sex finally hits, it’s not shy. Animated scenes of big tits bouncing in your face, asses shaking on screen like they’re trying to break free, everything wet and loud and wrong in exactly the way you expected the moment you saw that damn book in the attic. Vaginal scenes are front and center, not some side thing, and they don’t fake the passion, though sometimes it goes so far that it stops feeling like “romance” and more like the death of it.

If you’re hoping for a sweet happy ending where love triumphs, I don’t know what to tell you. This game laughs right in that Disney bullshit. Romance here is something to corrupt, to watch it rot slowly while everyone smiles on the surface. You’ll see scenes where Sophia looks at Robert with soft eyes, and ten minutes later she’s moaning for someone she shouldn’t even be touching. You’ll have moments where you kind of hate yourself for pushing the “wrong” option and then do it again on purpose. That’s the trick: it pokes at that nasty curiosity we pretend we don’t have. The art is 2D but expressive, the animated parts hit harder because you already watched these people slide toward it. It’s lewd, it’s messy, it doesn’t treat fidelity like some holy thing. The manor becomes this silent witness to every betrayal, every wet, sticky, late-night mistake, and by the time you realize how far gone everyone is, Lilith’s whispers already feel like your own thoughts.