Athena’s Revenge feels like someone smashed a Greek myth book, a porn folder, and a metal album cover together, then said “yeah, that’s fine, ship it.” You’re dropped into this hellish road trip with Stheno and Euryale, the kind of monster girls who look like they’d ruin your life and then complain you didn’t last long enough. It kicks off right after the last mess, no hand holding, no recap, just “we’re going to Hell to get Athena back, and we’ll fuck or murder anything that gets in the way.” Sometimes both. The world is all red glow, chains, and wet noises, with that chunky animated style where tits and asses move like they have their own physics engine. The first time Stheno walks toward the camera and her ass jiggles inside that armor, I actually paused and rewound like some horny archaeologist doing “research.”

The sex scenes are where the game stops pretending it’s about plot and just leans in hard. You’ve got monster girls with curves that make zero anatomical sense, demons with way too many tongues, futa surprise scenes that kinda sneak up on you in the best way, and this whole harem energy where every new ally or enemy feels like, “Ok, when do I get to ride that?” There’s one moment early on where the group hits a demon outpost, and instead of just slaughter, you get this interrogation that turns into a blowjob competition. Euryale on her knees, drool stringing, the demon’s cock throbbing in closeup while Stheno watches with this jealous smirk, like she’s annoyed but also kinda turned on. Then Igret shows up later, smug succubus queen, and her scenes are just filth. She wraps her tail around your neck, pushes you between her thighs, and it cuts between her face, that lazy half-lidded look, and her pussy grinding in your mouth while the background is literally burning. It’s stupidly hot. Then suddenly the story wants to be serious, talking about revenge and divine punishment, while a demon girl with huge tits is still panting on the floor from getting railed in the last scene. The tonal whiplash is hilarious and also… I liked it. Maybe. I think.

There’s a surprisingly nasty edge to the violence though. Heads get ripped off, guts spill, some angels and demons die screaming, and then five minutes later someone’s face deep in a slick pussy like it’s a reward screen. The harassment stuff is very in-your-face too, demons grabbing, groping, pinning the girls against walls, and the game flirts with that line where you go “hmm, ok, this is hot but also damn, dude.” Some scenes lean hard into that forced vibe, others flip it and the girls are the predators, like when Stheno pins a lesser demon, sits on his face, and tells him if he stops licking she’ll cut his tongue out. I kinda love her, kinda fear her, kinda wanna ask her to step on me. What really stuck in my head though is one tiny detail: the way saliva and cum are animated during oral. It clings to lips, stretches, drips on boobs, sticks to thighs, and they show it from these close angles that made me lean toward the screen like an idiot. At one point a demon girl swallows and a little bit spills out the corner of her mouth, trails down to her big tits, and I had to pause just to stare. Meanwhile, the choices you make in dialogue pretend to matter, sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t, but I still clicked like it’s Tinder with extra steps. And that one background sound in the citadel, that low humming thing? It got into my head and annoyed me for the rest of the playthrough, and I kept thinking I’d find an option to turn it off, but no, it just stayed there, buzzing, like a mosquito with a sound fetish.

Zeus gets a prophecy, freaks out like always, and throws you into the underworld before you even get to enjoy your first breath. That’s your childhood. Now it’s your eighteenth nameday, and suddenly all the stuff they kept from you hits at once: divinity, lust, raw destructive magic, the kind of power that makes mountains nervous and mortals wet. You’re Thalya, a futa demigoddess with a dick that is honestly treated more like a weapon than a body part, daughter of a titan of love and a war goddess who solves problems with blood and orgasms in equal measure. You’ve been hidden away in the dark, raised on stories about the world you’re not allowed to touch, and now the leash finally snaps. The whole ancient Greek world opens up like a toy box full of temples, monsters, snarky demigods with parent issues, and gods who think they’re untouchable. Spoiler: they’re not. The story just pushes you along, no choices, no fake “morality system”. You’re not here to be a hero. You’re a walking middle finger to Olympus, powered by horny spite and daddy Zeus’ paranoia.

The fun part is how the game treats your power like something alive. Lightning crawling over your skin while you pin a smug demigod against a ruined pillar and fuck the arrogance out of them. A priestess trying to pray to Athena and ending up on her knees for you instead, your hand on the back of her head, your magic seeping into her thoughts until the only worship she cares about is your cock. One scene has you stepping out of the underworld for the first time, everything blazing sunlight and marble, and the first thing you do is test your new “dominion” on a squad of armored soldiers. They raise their shields, you raise your hips, and in a blink their weapons are clattering to the ground while they stare at you with that mix of fear, awe, and desperate need. It’s not subtle. It’s not shy. The game loves big tits, big attitudes, and your big, very busy shaft, wrapping all of it in this messy, oversexed Greek mythology that feels like someone mashed together old legends, horny deviantart, and a lot of late-night power fantasies. Sometimes the writing trips over itself, like the dev typed faster than their brain, but honestly that just makes it feel more personal. You’re not guided, you’re dragged, from encounter to encounter, from orgasm to spell blast, until the idea of “good” or “evil” feels kind of pointless and all that matters is how hard you can screw over Olympus… and how many people you’ll literally screw along the way.

RuleUniverse feels like someone mashed Dragon Ball fanfiction, horny Twitter art and a half-finished Ren’Py project, then accidentally made it kind of addictive. You start as this lonely overachiever kid that reads like every shonen protagonist in history, then a demon scientist pops up and says, “hey, let’s stuff your body with DNA from the strongest fighters in the universe, what could go wrong.” It’s delightfully stupid in that fanfic way, but precisely because of that, it works. The game knows it’s a parody, it doesn’t try to pretend it’s “deep”, and then it suddenly throws in a line about destiny or guiding the universe and you’re like… alright, Toriyama-with-horny-mods, calm down.

The real fun is how transparently it worships its women. Bulma, Chi-Chi, Android 18, that whole legendary boob-and-ass pantheon is here, clearly shaped by someone who grew up pausing VHS at the worst places. The models are 3D and exaggerated as hell: huge tits, fat asses, those shiny anime lips that just scream “she’s going to suck him off in like two clicks.” Animated scenes actually move, not just two stiff characters rubbing like broken Sims; you get thrusting, jiggling, drool, that soft spit string when you pull out from a blowjob, all the little pervy details that tell you the dev really wanted this for themselves first. One moment you’re doing basic combat with ki blasts and energy auras, the next you’re balls-deep in Bulma in a lab, with wires and science junk in the background like that somehow makes it ethical. And the combat’s funny: it pretends to be serious, but all you’re thinking is “okay, how many fights until I unlock the next sex scene with Android 18.” Sometimes the sandbox part feels less like a “world” and more like a small playground with a fence around it, but the loops of walking around, clicking, triggering small events, slowly unlocking more lewd stuff… it scratched that same spot as old flash games I used to sneak at school on shitty browsers.

I kinda love how messy it is. The romance tries to act sentimental for a second, then five lines later you’re face-fucking a milf with magic powers while she moans like someone recorded it in a bathroom on a cheap mic. Dialog swings from “I will guide the universe” to “fuck me harder” without the slightest shame. Exploration is simple, a little repetitive, but I still kept wandering, poking every corner hoping there’s a hidden event where Chi-Chi finally snaps and rides the protagonist like he’s the last Saiyan on earth. Some text sounds like it was written at midnight by a dude half-remembering DBZ arcs from YouTube AMVs, which, honestly, is the right energy. I do wish the world reacted more to what you do, like if you bang Bulma enough, Vegeta starts showing up mad or something, but I know that kind of feature is exactly the thing that stays in the dev’s “maybe later” notes forever. Still, when you’re watching Android 18 slowly drop to her knees after you save her in a fight and she rewards you with this sloppy, animated blowjob, with her tits barely contained and that quiet smug smile when she swallows, it hits the trashy, horny, teen-power-fantasy nerve in a very specific way. It’s not elegant. It’s not smart. It’s like a wet doujin turned half-game, half-daydream, and somehow that’s exactly why it sticks.

Just Bros feels like reading a horny sports manga that suddenly remembers it’s a dating sim, then forgets again, then shoves your face right back into somebody’s sweaty pecs. You start as this pretty normal guy surrounded by walking thirst traps who all pretend they’re “just bros” while very obviously checking each other out in the locker room. The writing leans hard into this fake straight energy: guys comparing bench press numbers while their towels slip a little too low, casual “no homo” comments right before they push you up against a wall and kiss you like they want to swallow your tongue. It’s not subtle. I liked that. Although sometimes I hated it. One minute the game is teasing slow romantic build up, next minute you’re bent over the shower bench having your ass pounded by a so-called “training partner” who swears it’s just a special stretch.

What surprised me a bit is how close this feels to those BL sports manga where every page is just guys sweating, arguing, then making out in a dark corner. But here, you actually pick where to hang out, who to text, and which dick you want inside you tonight. The choices don’t feel super complicated on paper, but they hit hard because the guys react like actual messy humans. I had one run where I focused on the serious muscle coach, the kind of older daddy you know smells like chalk, coffee and a bit of aftershave. I kept picking the respectful, submissive options, listening to his training plans, saying “yes sir” a lot, and suddenly he’s pushing me against the gym mirror, whispering that I belong to him now. Then my phone buzzes with a hook-up invite from the loudmouth jock I’d slept with earlier, and the jealousy scene that followed felt like something ripped straight out of a yaoi drama. He doesn’t just get pissed, he gets possessive in this hot, slightly toxic way that made me both horny and annoyed. I wanted to tell him to calm down, but also to pull my hair harder. Some routes are softer, like the shy nerdy guy who looks like he never left his dorm room except to buy protein powder. His first time scene is more “I’m shaking, please go slow” and less “ram me into the locker,” but of course I still chose “ram me into the locker.” The game lets you be gentle or a total slut, and then acts shocked when you are a total slut. The only thing that bothered me too much is how often my character ends up in the same damn bar. There are like three places in this universe apparently: gym, bar, bedroom. I kept thinking, please, just one chaotic date in a supermarket, let me get railed in the frozen food aisle or something. It never happens, and I weirdly missed that. The routes twist around more than you expect, though. One night stand you thought was just a random cock turns into a full route if you don’t ghost him, and some “main” guys can stay as occasional fuckbuddies if you push them away. It feels less clean than usual visual novels, more like you’re stumbling through a horny friend group where everyone has history and nobody uses Grindr because they already have each other on speed dial. In a way it’s kind of realistic: guys pretend to be tough, pretend it’s only bros being bros, but then one simple choice and their hands are shaking while they unzip you. I kept thinking “ok, last route, I’m done,” then I saw another beefy idiot flex on screen and clicked new game again.