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.

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.

Phone Story looks harmless when it loads, like one of those cheap mobile chat sims you open on Chrome while pretending to check Slack. It is not harmless. It is that slow, nasty itch in the back of your head if you like watching “what if my girl had someone else in her DMs” kind of stuff. You play the husband who goes away, but honestly the main character is Lisa’s damn phone. Half the game is you reading her messages and deciding how much rope you want to give her, then pulling it back too late. You don’t click through some porn slideshow and right into “she’s on a couch with a giant dick in her.” The game takes its time. First it’s just flirty texts, a photo with “is this too much?” kind of teasing, her asking your opinion, your “friend” dropping those little comments that sound harmless until you reread them in incognito at work and realize you’re basically writing your own cuck script.

The pacing is weirdly strong for a messy hentai VN. Sometimes one choice just makes her send a slightly spicier selfie, sometimes it jumps right into a scene where she’s on video call, touching herself, trying to convince you it’s “for you” while that friend’s name keeps popping at the top of the screen. Classic anime-wife look, soft face, kinda innocent expression, but you can watch the corruption slide in bit by bit. She starts dressing more revealing, talking about “just hanging out” with him, a little wine, harmless cuddling, totally not cheating, right? Sure. Then you get those AI-looking CGs where she’s on her knees, lips glossy, your friend’s bbc in front of her mouth, and she’s still typing some sweet romantic bullshit to you with the other hand. The game loves making you stare at chat bubbles while she’s getting filled somewhere offscreen or in a small mirrored reflection. Proper voyeurism energy. The actual sex scenes hit all the usual spots, vaginal, anal, her pinned to a table, riding, messy facials, the whole thing, but the part that sticks is when she looks happy and guilty at the same time and you know it’s half for you and half for herself. Sometimes the writing slips and a line sounds like it came out of Google Translate, but honestly that kinda fits the vibe. On Android Chrome the text boxes get too big and cover half the art, which annoys the hell out of me, and if you tap too fast you skip a good line and there’s no quick log button right in your face, you have to dig for it. Also one route feels like it jumps from “maybe I’ll flirt” to “raw creampie from your buddy” in like two clicks, like the dev got horny and forgot the slow burn. Still, if you’re into netorare or softer netorase stuff, that moment when you tell her “yeah, explore a bit, just don’t forget me” and later you’re literally watching her try anal for the first time with someone else because you told her it’s fine, that hits way harder than it has any right to. And yeah, sometimes you tell her to stay faithful and the game almost seems annoyed, like “are you sure you don’t want to watch?” but then it gives you these surprisingly sweet romantic scenes where she masturbates with the phone propped up, moaning your name while she’s already mentally halfway to the neighbor’s bedroom. Not subtle at all, but that’s kind of the point.

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”.