New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walks into Hogwarts and nobody is ready for what you actually want to “teach”. The school looks normal on the surface, the usual house rivalry, flying brooms, dumb rules about curfew and behavior. But under that, you get this slow, dirty slide where the girls start breaking rules just to get sent to your office. It begins pretty soft, like a regular school sim with a bit of flirting. Then at some point you realize you are basically running your own private corruption project inside Hogwarts and nobody is stopping you. It feels wrong in exactly the way people come to these sites for, and the game knows that very well.

The first time you drag a student into your office for “punishment”, the tone shifts hard. There is this click, when the button goes from normal teacher choice to “bend over my desk” and you just know the story is not going back to innocent territory. Spanking is not just slapped on as a fetish, it actually becomes a language in the game. Ginny acting all fiery and proud until you make her count every hit. Hermione coming in full of rules and books, convinced she can talk her way out, then realizing that every answer that annoys you just means more hits across her ass. That moment when you see her flinch, then slowly start to breathe heavier, and the game lets you push that line from discipline into something she is clearly not supposed to enjoy. It almost feels goofy at times, like some fanfic that went too far after midnight, but then one little text line lands and it suddenly turns really hot again. I hated that I liked it, and honestly I loved that I hated it.

Nothing in the game is really polished. Menus are a bit clunky, pacing sometimes weird, and one event made me click back and forth like an idiot in Chrome because I thought I broke it. But the rough edges sort of make it feel like some forbidden project hidden on a random hard drive, not a shiny Steam thing. One moment you are trying to raise affection, next moment you are trading their dignity for house points like it is the most normal thing in the world. Romance is there too, in this twisted way, especially with Hermione. She does not just flip from pure to slut in one scene; you grind her down slowly, scene by scene, choice by choice, until she starts asking what kind of “extra lessons” you want. Then Bellatrix shows up with her crazy energy and the whole mood shifts again, like the corruption from the school leaks out into something darker and more dangerous. It is messy, horny, unfair, sometimes surprisingly sweet, sometimes just straight up cruel. The story keeps dangling that idea that you are the responsible adult here, while handing you every tool to be anything but.

Shoji’s house looks like one of those quiet, expensive places in a drama where you already know some fucked up shit is going on behind the paper doors. The game drops you right into that mood. You’re this broke husband, basically a guest with a dick and a suitcase, and Shoji is the rich “family friend” who’s a bit too kind, a bit too available, and way too comfortable walking around half dressed. Your wife Lana starts off like a normal modern girl, cute casual clothes, a bit of foreign flair on her style, talking about Instagram and stupid stuff, and then little by little she starts changing. One day she’s scrolling on her phone in shorts, next time she’s quietly kneeling in a soft kimono pouring tea for Shoji while he sits like some lazy old lion, and she doesn’t even look at you when you come in. The game never shouts “corruption” at you, it just lets you notice her lipstick is different, her hair color is back to natural, she bows a little deeper to him than to you, and it hits harder than a flashy “bad end” screen.

What got me hooked wasn’t the porn right away, it was that slow gut punch of small stuff. That one early scene where you walk into the living room and Lana is sitting on the floor next to Shoji’s legs, listening to him talk about “proper Japanese values”, and she gives you this quick guilty smile while her hand is hidden under the low table. You know exactly what she’s doing, you know what his cock looks like already from a dream scene, but the game just lets it hang there. You hear the tiny wet rhythm, see her shoulder twitch a little, and she tries to keep the conversation casual with you while she’s jerking him off inches from your face. No big drama, no yelling, he even talks to you about job hunting while your wife is milking him for all he’s worth. Then later she acts like it never happened and asks if you want a handjob too, like it’s some cute married couple thing, like she didn’t just swallow another man’s cum behind the table where you eat. My brain hated that, my dick loved it, and the game knows exactly how to play with that split. It’s not subtle at all, but somehow it feels more real than it should, like some shitty memory you’re not supposed to have.

The story keeps pressing on this Japanese “traditional wife” idea, but in the dirtiest way possible. Lana starts speaking more polite to Shoji than to you, calling him “Shoji-san” with that soft voice, kneeling next to him, fixing his tie, adjusting his belt a little too low. You get scenes where you come home and they are “practicing tea ceremony” and her kimono is pulled down just enough for her tits to almost slip out, or you see her sitting in front of him while he stands behind her, “showing her proper posture”, his hands on her hips, his bulge against her ass under the thin fabric. Sometimes you get a choice, like pretend you don’t notice, or say something weak, and either way you feel like a useless husband watching your own wife slide into this obedient little sex toy for an older man. They always look like you arrived two minutes too late. Her lipstick smudged, her panties missing, Shoji buttoning his shirt, acting normal. And there is that one balcony scene where she tells you she loves you, kisses you softly… and the CG zooms just enough to show a white drip still clinging to her inner thigh. She doesn’t even notice. Or she does and won’t say. It’s that style. The game is basically asking “are you still okay with calling her your wife when she kneels for someone else first?” and then, just when you think “this is too much”, it gives you a gentle sex scene with her where she rides you slow, eyes half closed, moaning your name… and all you can think is she learned that grinding technique on someone thicker. It’s fucked up, it’s hot, and it never really lets you breathe.

Jedi Corruption feels like someone smashed a horny fanfic and a cheap Ren’Py project together, then forgot to clean it up, and honestly that kind of works. You play as Larry Skywalker, yeah, Larry, the “totally canon” Jedi Master who is basically Luke’s degenerate cousin that got left out of the movies for obvious reasons. He’s supposed to be this wise mentor, but from the first scene he’s already plotting how to twist Rey’s mind, not about the Force, but about how good it feels to wrap her soft Jedi hands around his cock. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble at all. You’re not saving the galaxy. You’re poking at Rey’s morals until they collapse and watching her fall from “I’m a good girl of the Light Side” into a brain-melted, cum-drunk slut who can’t remember what side she’s on unless it’s the underside of you.

Story structure is simple but kinda addicting. You talk to Rey, choose some dialog options, and each time you’re nudging her a bit closer to the edge. At first she argues, crosses her arms, gives you that pissed-off Rey face like in the movies, but there’s this slow shift as your corruption builds. One moment she’s lecturing about balance and control, next moment she’s “training” by jerking you off in a storage room on the Falcon, muttering that it’s just a lesson about patience while clearly stroking way too eagerly. The fun part is seeing the same scenes replay with different attitude: early route Rey gives angry eye contact during a handjob like she wants to choke you with the Force, later route Rey has this spaced-out stare, drool at the corner of her lips, like her brain’s half gone and the only Jedi code she remembers is “Master’s cock first, questions later.”

There’s a whole focus on mind break that the game leans into, not subtle at all. Light hypnosis talk, gaslighting, and classic “you’re doing this for the greater good” lines coming from Larry while he guides her hand or presses her bare foot on his shaft. The footjob scenes are weirdly specific. You can tell the dev really loves toes. You get angles where her soles are pressed together around you, or she’s using the Force to move little objects while lazily rubbing you with one foot like it’s a casual habit now. One time she tries to keep her Jedi meditation pose while you push her feet together and she actually apologizes for losing focus when she moans. That was the moment it clicked that she’s not the hero of this story anymore, just your toy that still thinks she’s on some spiritual journey.

Larry himself is written like a sleazy mix of Sith and burnout uncle. Sometimes he talks like a proper Jedi Master, lecturing about attachment and self-control. Two clicks later he’s praising Rey for “letting go” while she’s kneeling in front of him, cum on her tongue, eyes empty. The game kind of forgets Luke exists, except for one scene where Larry throws some shade about how Luke wasted his potential on hope and redemption instead of training cute pupils to be obedient cockwarmers. Totally wrong, obviously Luke did that in Episode 12 or something, I must’ve missed that Disney+ show. It’s that sort of half-serious parody vibe where Star Wars lore is just a background excuse for porn. Sometimes it’s hilarious, sometimes it feels like the dev was tabbed out on Reddit shitposts and then came back to write another scene.

There’s this one annoying thing: the pacing of the corruption can jump weirdly. One choice she’s still resisting, next one she’s doing a full service footjob like she practiced on Pornhub for years. Would be nice if there were more in-between “almost broken” moments, where she slips and then snaps back, but that’s probably never changing, feels baked into how the game is written. Some dialog also reads like it was machine-translated from some other language, which is kind of ironic since I’m writing like that on purpose here. But the unpolished vibe actually adds charm. You feel like you’re snooping on someone’s dirty personal project, not some polished Patreon monster. When Rey finally starts begging for your cock as if it’s the Force itself, whispering “Master, I need it to feel whole” while she strokes you clumsily with both hands and presses your tip between her toes like a pervert little ritual, the game fully embraces that porn-brain fantasy of ruining the trilogy heroine until she’s just Larry’s broken little apprentice.

Does it go too far? Not really. It doesn’t go far enough.

Zombie porn and base micromanagement are apparently my new comfort food, because I opened this thing “just to check it” and suddenly my coffee was cold and everyone in my camp either wanted to fuck me, punch me, or both. You run this little search & rescue squad called the Angels, which sounds holy, but it’s basically a harem wrapped in barbed wire. One second you juggle ammo counts and scavenging routes, next second you’re deciding if the shy medic gets praise for patching you up or a collar for talking back. And the game really pushes that choice. Every time you click through events you’re stuck between “earn her trust, be the good guy” and “nah, break her in”. It’s not subtle. You watch their stats crawl up, corruption and obedience sneaking higher, and then suddenly a girl who refused to kiss you on day one is choking on your cock in the war room and thanking you for the honor. Or crying a bit while doing it, depending how much of an asshole you decided to be that run.

What I liked is how sex scenes feel like a payoff for how you play, not just random gallery junk. You walk in on one of the Angels masturbating in the shower after a brutal mission you sent her on, still shaking from adrenaline, and your choices in earlier dialogues decide if she slams the door in your face, invites you in and rides you until her legs give out, or ends up on her knees giving this messy, desperate blowjob because she “needs to feel alive”. Another time I had the tough-as-nails sniper, the one who never smiles, get caught sneaking into my room at night. I’d been pushing her obedience hard, going full controlling asshole. Instead of a shy confession scene, it turned into her standing at parade rest, naked, collar on, asking permission to present her tits. Next click and she’s on the table, legs spread, me breeding her raw while she stares straight ahead, trying to pretend she’s not moaning every time I push in. Then later, out on a scavenging run, she’s casually gunning down zombies with dried cum still streaked on her thigh like it’s just part of her gear, and nobody comments on it. Little things like that made me grin like an idiot. And yeah, some dialogue is clunky, some “hard choices” are actually just “do you want her to worship your cock now or ten minutes later”, and combat sometimes feels like an afterthought that exists mostly so you can justify why every woman in the camp is exhausted, sweaty, and ready to be used. But whatever. I still ended up scheduling night missions just to get my favorite Angel back in time for a chained-up titfuck in the command tent, with groaning zombies outside the fence while she begs me to fill her pussy again because “there might not be a tomorrow”.