You’re this freshly graduated hero kid at U.A., but it doesn’t feel like shiny heroic future at all. It feels like hanging backstage in a strip club dressing room, still in costume, still sweating glitter, but the show’s over and now all the real shit happens. Principal gives you this “secret mission” and smiles like a manager who knows damn well you’re going to break every rule he just pretended to explain. Your quirk is stupid strong, perfect for fighting villains… or for peeking, teasing, touching where you really, absolutely, totally shouldn’t.

The whole thing plays like a messy dating sim and a sandbox had a baby with a horny fanfic. One moment you’re walking around the school corridors, same old U.A. uniforms and doors and boring hero talk. Next thing, you’re alone on a training field with Ochaco, she’s stretching, her shirt riding up, and the camera just loves her tits and that ass. She’s talking about becoming a pro hero, and in my head I’m already planning a burlesque routine: pink lights, zero gravity pasties, her floating slowly out of her clothes while the crowd loses its mind. The game lets you be polite and romantic, or you just… lean in, test the waters, “accidentally” brush against her curves and see how far your quirk and a bit of groping can go before she blushes or snaps.

Then there’s Jiro, and I swear I misremembered her name twice while playing, I kept calling her “Kyomi” in my notes. She’s this cool, low-key girl, headphones, attitude, but the way the scenes are drawn, you can’t miss how soft she looks under the punk vibe. I had this idea in my head of a slow striptease to bass-heavy rock, her jack plugs trailing down like suspenders, but the game goes instead for something more intimate. Tiny room, lights low, her teasing you with that deadpan sarcasm while your hands travel way too far under her clothes. It’s not subtle. Nothing here is subtle. And still, sometimes the pacing drags, like when you’re trying to find the right place to click in the sandbox and you just want to skip straight to Midnight bending over a desk in that skin-tight latex, giving “teacher-student conference” a whole different meaning. I swear I spent longer looking for one dialogue trigger than I ever spent rehearsing a fan dance.

Mirko is a whole different beast. Literally. I see her and my brain goes “this is not a hero, this is a headliner in a rabbit-themed cabaret.” Those muscles, those thighs, those ears, that attitude. In my routine version she’d stomp on stage, grab a chair, sit on it backwards and grind on it like it owed her rent. In the game, when you finally get a private moment with her, the vibe is wild and physical. She teases you, calls you out, gets in your face. You try to keep it romantic and the script almost lets you… then the art just zooms straight into her big tits and tight ass and suddenly romance is wrestling. I loved it and still kinda hated how fast things escalated, but anyway. Rumi doesn’t do half-measures.

The voyeurism angle sneaks up on you. First it’s “oops, you walked past the changing room at the wrong time”, then later you’re lingering on windows, peeping at shower steam and silhouettes, heartbeat racing like you’re doing something very illegal. And you are, to be honest. Some scenes feel like you’re the pervy stagehand watching from behind the curtains while the girls change costumes, not knowing you’re there. As a dancer, I got this weird guilty thrill, because it really captures that feeling of eyes on skin, of power in being looked at… even if here the player is the one stealing the look. There is romance, cute moments, walking through the school talking about futures and dreams, and somehow five minutes later your hands are full of big tits or you’re pressing some flustered, wide-eyed girl against the wall and whispering what you want to do to her.

The art is pure 2D fan-fantasy, not “professional anime studio” level but dirty enough to feel fun. Sometimes a pose looks a little off and I laughed, then two clicks later I’m staring at Mirko’s sweaty abs like I never saw abs before. The game lets you flirt, grope, push your luck, and your quirk becomes this excuse for every bad thought you ever had while watching the show. Is it refined? No. Parts feel awkward, some dialogues made me roll my eyes, and I still don’t know why one scene with Kendo broke on me and sent me back to the hallway like I’d been kicked out of the club for touching the dancer. But then I see Midnight leaning over, breasts about to spill, playful smile promising trouble, and suddenly I forgive a lot. Not everything. But a lot.

Frank's prison break goes about as well as you'd expect - which is to say, absolutely terrible. One shipwreck later and this guy's washing up in Bikini Bottom looking like he got chewed up by Davy Jones himself. But here's where things get weird (and I mean WEIRD): instead of doing the sensible thing like finding help or maybe not impersonating cartoon characters, Frank decides the best survival strategy is pretending to be SpongeBob. Yeah, that SpongeBob. The yellow square dude who flips patties and annoys his neighbors.

What starts as a desperate con job turns into something way more fucked up than you bargained for. Frank's not just wearing the square pants - he's living the whole twisted fantasy, and apparently everyone in Bikini Bottom is way more... accommodating than the original show ever suggested. Sandy's got that Texas-sized appetite for more than just science experiments, if you catch my drift. The animation work is surprisingly smooth for what's basically underwater cartoon porn, though sometimes the character expressions look like they're having existential crises mid-scene. Can't blame them honestly. The sandbox elements let you wander around causing chaos at your own pace, which is perfect because rushing through this fever dream would be doing it a disservice. You'll find yourself clicking through dialogue just to see how much more absurd Frank's situation can get, and trust me, it gets pretty damn absurd.

The whole thing feels like someone took childhood nostalgia, threw it in a blender with adult fantasies, and hit the "completely unhinged" setting. Frank's supposed to be this hardened criminal but half the time he's bumbling around like he's never seen a talking starfish before. The male domination stuff works better than it should given the source material, probably because everyone's so committed to the bit. It's crude, it's ridiculous, and somehow that makes the sexy parts hit different. Just don't expect any deep character development - Frank's basically a horny plot device with commitment issues.

This RWBY parody throws you into Beacon Academy as some kind of therapist or counselor, which honestly sounds like the worst job ever until you realize what kind of "therapy" you'll be providing. The whole premise is basically "what if you had authority over all these anime girls and decided to be a complete creep about it?" - and yeah, that's exactly what happens.

The point-and-click mechanics work fine I guess, though sometimes clicking on things feels weird and unresponsive. You're basically going around corrupting everyone from Ruby to Yang to that ice queen Weiss, plus a bunch of other characters I can't even remember the names of. The corruption progression is pretty standard trainer game stuff - start innocent, gradually push boundaries, eventually everyone's throwing themselves at you because... reasons? The dialogue tries to be funny but it's hit or miss, mostly miss if I'm being honest. Some of the sexual harassment scenarios are so over-the-top they loop back to being amusing, like when you're supposed to be helping with "emotional support" but you're just groping people. The handjob scenes are decent enough, and there's plenty of big tits bouncing around if that's your thing. Blake's corruption arc was actually kind of hot, but then again I might just have a thing for cat girls. Wait, was I talking about the gameplay? The harem aspect builds up slowly which is good because rushing into it would've been even more ridiculous than it already is. Some of the 3D models look janky as hell though - Yang's hair clips through her body half the time and it's distracting during the good parts. The male domination stuff gets pretty intense later on, way more than I expected from something that started so tame. Honestly the whole thing feels like someone's power fantasy about being a shitty guidance counselor, but somehow it works better than it should.

Okay so first thing - Clara's transformations are absolutely wild and completely caught me off guard. I mean, I went in expecting some standard dating sim stuff with childhood friend Nala moving in, maybe some typical romance routes, but holy shit when Clara starts appearing... her body changes are genuinely unsettling in the best possible way. Like, we're talking complete physical metamorphosis that made me question what I was even looking at. The AI-generated visuals actually work really well here because there's this uncanny valley effect that makes her supernatural presence feel legitimately creepy. I spent way too much time trying to figure out if there was a pattern to when she'd show up, and honestly the randomness makes it worse in a good way.

The desire system is pretty straightforward - you build up points with Nala through conversations and choices, unlock new outfits for her (and trust me, they're worth it), but the real hook is how the game constantly pulls you between moving forward with this sweet childhood friend setup and getting dragged back into trauma with Clara. Alan's just this regular dude stuck in a dead-end job, which makes the supernatural horror elements hit harder. One minute you're having a normal conversation about breakfast, next minute Clara's there looking like something from a fever dream. The affinity tracking gets complicated because sometimes being nice to Nala feels like betraying Clara's memory, even though she's literally haunting you.

What really gets me is how the game doesn't let you forget about Clara even when you're trying to focus on Nala's route. She'll just appear during intimate moments, completely transformed, and suddenly you're dealing with guilt and supernatural terror while trying to romance your childhood friend. The big tits and ass tags are definitely accurate for Nala's scenes, but Clara's transformations go way beyond normal proportions into genuinely disturbing territory. I keep going back trying different dialogue choices to see if I can somehow save both relationships, but the game seems determined to make you choose between healing and obsession.

Some games try to pretend they are normal stories that just happen to have sex in them. This one doesn’t even bother, it just locks you in a house where every “guest” at the door is a walking problem with big tits, a fat ass, and probably some kind of monster bullshit going on behind her smile. You’re basically the dumb human who ended up with weird powers and now has to “inspect” each girl to see if she’s paranormal or safe. Of course the inspection is not like showing IDs. It starts all polite, some teasing, flirty questions, then suddenly her mouth is on your cock and you’re trying to remember if you’re supposed to be checking her aura or just not nut too fast. The horny part and the detective part kind of step on each other in a fun way. Sometimes you actually want to get to the truth of what the girl is, sometimes you just want to let the monster girl with the thick thighs hypnotize the shit out of you and ride you until your brain restarts.

The vibe is lazy in a good way, like a sandbox where you just open the door, pick who to mess with, see how far you can push things before it goes sideways. One time I tried to act all confident, used my powers to push into a girl’s mind, and she just snapped back, pinned me to the wall with one hand, and made me eat her out until my jaw hurt. Then she kissed me like she owned me and I kinda liked it but also felt like I lost at a game I didn’t know the rules of. The female domination here isn’t just “she rides you on top”. Some of them treat you like a toy, some like a pet, some like a partner they might actually trust if you don’t fuck it up. When you finally convince one of them she can stay inside your house, it hits different, because now she’s in your space, wandering around in her underwear, using her superpowers to do dumb stuff like float your phone out of reach while you’re trying to check Discord. And of course if you piss her off, suddenly blowjob inspection turns into “I’m going to sit on your face and read your thoughts until you beg properly”. It sort of trains you to pay attention, not just spam through dialog. Which is funny, because sometimes the writing repeats a bit and I still clicked anyway, then complained in my own head about it and kept playing.

Porn-wise it ramps up quick. One minute she’s just leaning forward, pressing those big tits together while she pretends to answer your questions, next minute she’s on her knees, drool sliding down your shaft, eyes a bit glowing, whispering shit into your mind while her tongue works your tip. Some girls are playful, they teasingly stroke you with just fingertips, kiss the head, pull back, ask “are you sure you’re human?” like that’s the important part while your cock is throbbing out of control. Others just go full hunger mode, deepthroat, spit, messy sounds, then climb on and sink down on you like they’ve been waiting centuries. There’s this one inspection where you’re supposed to check if her body is completely human, so she makes you “test every inch”. Hands on her ass, fingers between her legs, sliding inside while she grinds back against your palm and talks right into your thoughts about how easy you are to control. You’re half investigating, half just getting milked. And when more girls start sticking around, it stops being just one-on-one. You walk into a room and two of them are already arguing over who gets your cock first, one offering a slow, sloppy blowjob while the other promises to use her powers to squeeze you tighter from the inside. It doesn’t even feel fair, but that’s kind of the point. You’re the guy with powers, yet every time you end up flat on your back, buried in pussy, covered in lipstick and bite marks, wondering if you accidentally invited the wrong monster into your home. Not that you’ll kick her out.

You play as a Math (MILF Hunter) exchange student in this game.
Your goal is to get good at math... blah blah. But the real story: get the MILF and live happily ever after.
What are you waiting for? Start the game!

Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.

First time I opened it, I thought the colors looked a bit too clean, like candy wrappers in a porn set. But then she turned her head - Alya - and her eyes had this lazy way of tracking you, half bored, half aware you’re staring at her chest. It’s supposed to be parody, right? But it feels like the people who made it both love and mock what they’re copying. The male lead moves like he’s unsure if he deserves to be there, which somehow makes the whole thing dirtier. There’s something wildly unbalanced about how quick it switches from sweet talk to her mouth sliding down him. No fade-outs, no convenient camera cut. It just lingers. Too long maybe. Or not long enough.

The dating sim mechanics are barely pretending to matter. Tap, choose, get flustered text messages, and suddenly you’re deep in a warm rhythm that feels too personal for something you’re doing on your phone. I caught myself thinking about her hair texture mid-scene - like, how soft would it actually be after? That’s the kind of stupid detail that shouldn’t matter, but it’s there. She teases constantly, calling him “senpai” in a voice that sounds more drunk than shy. The transitions between affection and filth are messy, which I kind of adore. You can tell the animators didn’t care about polishing it smooth; they wanted it to *feel* like it could go wrong at any moment. When she presses against him, breasts heavy and animated with this exaggerated bounce, I almost laugh. Then I don’t.

There’s a scene (pretty sure it’s optional) where she insists on finishing him while keeping eye contact, and it’s uncomfortable and hot in a way only parody can be. The game pretends to be romantic, but the romance cracks open fast once things start moving under the sheets. Maybe that’s the point - pretend sweetness wrapped around shameless fucking. You could call it satire. But I’d rather call it honest.

Finn is having the most fanfic-ass day of his life here. The game basically feels like somebody took Adventure Time, binge watched all the Fionna & Cake stuff on HBO Max, got horny, opened Photoshop and Ren’Py and said “yeah ok this is fine” and then somehow it actually kinda works. Plot is simple on paper: Finn ends up in a dimension where everyone is girls, but it plays out more like one of those old AO3 genderbend fics where canon took a vacation. You roam around in a small sandbox map, poke at locations, grind some basic tasks, push dialog trees and slowly unlock scenes. What sold me is how much it leans into Fionna as not just “female Finn swap” but as her own hot mess. She’s drawn with this chunky big tits / big ass combo that would absolutely never pass on Cartoon Network, but she still talks like a discount shonen hero who watched too many anime dubs. One moment she’s teasing Finn, bending forward just a bit too far while pretending it’s all innocent, next moment she’s being a total gremlin about treasure. It feels like reading a horny doujin where the artist actually watched the show instead of just using a wiki.

There’s this early scene where Finn wakes up in the new world and meets Fionna in what’s basically a cheap parody of the treehouse. The background looks like someone used Clip Studio and called it a day, but the characters pop anyway. When she leans in close to “inspect the damage” on him, the camera crops in on her tits in the most shameless way, and he’s trying to keep his hero face while clearly hard. It’s not subtle. At all. But that’s the fun. Dialog tries to mash canon Finn’s awkward boy-scout vibe with hentai-protag energy, and sometimes it clashes, like he sounds too self aware for his own dick. Still, the teasing is actually hot because the game drags it out. You don’t get instant full sex on first visit, you flirt around, run some dumb little fetch errands, get a bit more cleavage, thigh, butt jiggle in each new CG. The humor helps too. There’s a bit where he compares this all-girl world to one of Ice King’s old fanfics and Fionna just deadpans like “who’s Ice King” and it lands harder if you remember the original fake-fanfic framing from the show. Or misremember, whatever. Also, I’m still annoyed the map icon for one area is just slightly off center. Every time I click it on my tablet in Chrome it bugs me and I keep meaning to complain and then I just end up chasing another scene instead.

Visually it’s not “pro studio hentai game” level, but that’s fine. The art has that slightly uneven linework you see in Patreon artist packs: some CGs are polished and clean, others feel like sketches that got colored at the last second, but the bodies are drawn with real obsession. The way they handle big asses in tight shorts, especially on Fionna when she’s half turned toward you, is straight up thirst-driven. The animations (not going into detail, you’ll see) are more like frame swaps than fluid motion, yet they focus exactly where your eyes go anyway. And yeah, it’s a parody so personalities are dialed up in stupid ways. Fionna flips between tsundere, pervy bro, and clumsy heroine, sometimes all in one dialog branch. There’s a sandbox structure, you wander, talk, unlock, repeat. Oddly relaxing, even when you’re just clicking through text and trying not to miss a teasing line about her ass. Some scenes hit like those old Flash games on Newgrounds, others feel like someone’s horny Discord server project that escaped. On phone, I played it in Firefox and the text occasionally wrapped weird around longer profanity, which somehow made the dirty talk feel more raw. It’s rough in spots, sexy in a very “fanfic that went too far” way, and honestly, it feels like the kind of AU where Finn walks into the wrong dimension and the author never intends to send him back.