Okay so this game is basically what happens when someone takes the superhero genre and asks "but what if the hero was actually the bad guy and also horny as fuck?" You're playing this alternate reality "superhero" - and yeah those quotes are doing heavy lifting here - who's supposed to be conquering Earth for some empire. Starts off in a school setting which... look, I get it, gotta start somewhere, but the pacing feels weird jumping from corrupting classmates to taking down actual supervillains.

The mind control mechanics are pretty solid though, not gonna lie. There's this whole progression system where you unlock different powers and techniques, and watching characters slowly break down is satisfying in that dark way. Animation quality varies wildly - some scenes are smooth as butter while others look like they were made during a coffee break. The MILF characters are definitely the highlight, way better written than the younger cast. Combat system exists but it's basically just there to gate content, which honestly fine by me since I'm here for the corruption arcs not button mashing.

What really gets me is how the game handles the superhero parody stuff. Like one minute you're dealing with obvious Superman knockoffs, next you're in some BDSM dungeon scenario with a Wonder Woman clone getting her mind scrambled. The tonal whiplash is real but somehow it works? Maybe because it doesn't take itself too seriously. Sandbox elements let you replay scenes which is clutch for achievement hunting, though the gallery unlock system is janky as hell. Some animations won't trigger properly and I've had to restart entire playthroughs just to get that sweet 100% completion. The exhibitionism content hits different when you're making these "heroes" perform in public while their minds are completely fucked. Dystopian setting provides good backdrop for all the moral corruption happening, makes the whole enslaving humanity thing feel more justified in context.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.

It starts quiet, like one of those evenings when you swear you’re just checking something small before bed. I thought it was gonna be a quick “help Melory with homework” kind of clicker thing, but nah - this thing gets under your skin fast. The tension builds and then tilts sideways; suddenly you’re the guy making dumb choices while a soft-spoken girl grins like she knows exactly what you’ll do next. It doesn’t feel scripted half the time, more like an awkward memory you’re re-living. The way her voice dips right before teasing a boundary - that’s what caught me. You don’t even realize how deep the game wants to push until every tiny decision spirals into something filthier, or sweeter, depending on your mood.

The strangest part? I actually cared about the damn story for a second. There’s this older woman - Melory’s mom maybe, can’t remember - and she pulls off that fake calm thing way too well. One minute you’re blushing through a foot scene, next she’s lecturing you like some goddess who read your search history. And yeah, it’s heavy on the domination bits, anal teases, stuff that’d make your phone pause mid-loadscreen, but somehow none of it feels cheap. Even the sleep scenes - they make you uncomfortable in that weird way where you still click *next* without thinking. The ASMR moments are hit or miss, honestly; sometimes sexy as hell, other times they just sound like the mic brushing against a pillow, but whatever, it fits the messy, intimate rhythm of the game.

I hate that bottle mini-game though. It’s supposed to be random, but I swear it always lands on the person I didn’t want stripped that round. Maybe that’s the point? It messes with you, keeps that frustration humming right between curiosity and guilt. By the time things twist into those cross-path routes - with trans, maid, interracial, even golden shower endings - you kinda stop worrying about which kink is next and just ride the chaos. The mix of control and shame here works almost too well. Makes you breathe slower. Or hold it. Hard to tell which.

Magic school is fucked again, and this time it’s not some dark lord with a tragic backstory, it’s the guys losing their minds and turning into horny creeps. All the dudes in the castle basically go from “slightly awkward wizard” to “walking sex curse”, and the only ones still thinking straight are the girls. So you end up following Hermione trying to be the responsible one while everything around her just keeps getting more twisted. She’s trying to investigate, act smart, use logic, but the curse keeps pushing her into dirtier and dirtier situations, like the castle itself is laughing at her. One minute she’s searching the library, next minute she’s cornered and stripped of her dignity in a corridor that used to be “safe”. The tone flips between goofy parody and genuinely fucked up a lot faster than you’d expect. It’s like someone mashed porn parody fanfic, Ren’Py logic, and that weird side of F95Zone together and just went “yeah this is fine”.

It’s all about the girls you already know, just not in the way the books wanted. Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Fleur, and yeah, some of the darker ones too, get dragged into this mess. The fun part is watching how each of them breaks in a different way. Hermione tries to resist and negotiate, argue her way out, but humiliation hits her the hardest because she actually cares about her reputation. Ginny has this stubborn thing going on, a bit more wild, more “fuck you” at first, which makes it kinda hot when she ends up in chains or on her knees anyway. Luna is just Luna, airy and dreamy, like half the time she doesn’t quite process how wrong things are, which makes some of her scenes feel soft and fucked up at the same time. Fleur starts proud and untouchable and then corruption content slams into her like a truck. And when Bellatrix or that ghost in the bathroom show up, it goes from teasing and light bondage to proper hardcore control, blackmail, and psychological play. There are moments where Hermione is forced to act like a slut in front of someone she hates, not because she “secretly wants it”, but because the situation leaves her with zero real options, and the game leans into that nasty power imbalance without apologizing. It’s not “romantic rough stuff”. It’s flat out “you’re mine for now, little witch”. The models are surprisingly expressive for this kind of 3DCG porn project, even if sometimes a hand clips through a boob and I keep noticing a chair in the background that is slightly rotated wrong and it pisses me off more than it should. But then you get a scene where Hermione is forced to kneel on cold stone while Luna watches, confused, and you forget all about that stupid chair.

The whole BDSM angle dances around between playful and cruel. One scene you get Ginny tied up and teased, with her trying to keep her bravado while someone toys with her, another scene has Hermione getting broken down through blackmail pictures and threats that would ruin her whole life in the castle. There’s a lot of corruption pacing that feels like slow poison: maybe the first time a girl gives in, it’s “just to escape”, later she starts reacting faster, moaning louder, being more submissive even when she still calls it disgusting. The game doesn’t pretend there’s some noble reason behind the sex, it really enjoys dragging them through dirty corridors, unused classrooms, bathrooms with echoing moans, and those fucked up encounters where they’re ordered to perform in front of someone else. There’s a bit where Moaning Myrtle is more than just a crying bathroom ghost, and what she does to Ginny is this weird mix of voyeurism and forced intimacy that people who spent too long on certain subreddits will recognize. On the tech side, it’s not polished like some polished Unreal showcase, but the lighting in some scenes hits exactly right, like dungeon shadows across pale skin, and that’s enough. I played it in Firefox with five other tabs open, Discord pinging, a VLC window paused on something completely different, and still ended up focusing way too hard on watching Hermione get humiliated by someone she should be able to outsmart. Then again, sometimes the pacing is off, a scene drags or a line of dialogue feels like it was written at 4% brain battery, but the next time you see Luna drooling around a gag with that dreamy look in her eyes, you forgive everything instantly. Or don’t. Whatever.