RICO: Sin City feels like somebody took a GTA-style sandbox, smashed it together with a superhero cartoon marathon, then poured a whole lot of porn over the top and shook the bottle until the cap blew off. You’re this walking disaster of a criminal informant, technically “helping” the authorities, but mostly getting dragged through a city that’s completely fucked. Heroes are corrupt, villains are bored, random NPCs act like they escaped from ten different franchises at once, and everybody’s horny or violent or both. The game doesn’t really care about moral lines; it cares if you’re having fun bullying the city, jerking off in places you probably shouldn’t, and abusing whatever powers and contacts you collect. One moment I’m extorting some costumed idiot for intel, the next I’m getting head from a busty “heroine” on a rooftop while gunshots echo in the street and I’m thinking, yeah, this is probably not how justice works. The tone jumps from dumb gag to filthy sex to crime thriller and then back to meme-level stupidity in like three clicks, which somehow fits this world where nobody acts like an adult unless it’s about money or orgasms.

Sex scenes are where the game goes from “okay, this is funny” to “oh shit, my browser history is ruined forever.” There’s a lot of focus on big tits, big asses, and the kind of exaggerated bodies that look like they got patched in from a hentai subreddit. The girls move, jiggle, grind on your face, ride your dick and then pause mid-thrust to crack some dumb superhero reference that only makes sense if you grew up binging cartoons and reading fanfiction at school. Masturbation is everywhere too, not just as a side thing, but woven into the jokes and the story. Caught spying on a heroine changing in some crappy safehouse? Now your character is furiously jerking off in a dark alley like a degenerate, with the camera lingering way too long on his hand and the wet sounds. There are little animated touches when you blow a load over a costume or watch her stroke you off while pretending she’s doing “evidence handling.” It’s shameless and kinda proud of it. I had one encounter where I used superpowers to pin a criminal chick against a wall, watched her tits bounce under torn fabric, then the scene turned into this half-interrogation, half-fuck session that ended with her taunting me about snitching while still dripping my cum. That’s the vibe: nobody’s clean, everybody’s using everybody, and the game laughs at you for taking it too seriously. In between all the fucking and jerking, you’re doing petty crime errands, dumb superhero parodies, and crossing over with characters who feel “almost but not exactly” like people you’ve seen in other media, like the dev is daring some lawyer to notice. The pacing is like a drunk party: too loud in some corners, too slow in others, someone’s making out on the couch, someone’s stealing the TV, nobody knows who owns the house. And yeah, the UI pisses me off in this one little menu, but I’m still clicking back in like a raccoon digging in the same trash can every night, hoping for something filthier.

Chicago has never looked this filthy and I mean that as a compliment and also a threat. You’re not just some random thug in a hat, baby, you’re the hungry little bastard in a cheap suit trying to claw your way up while the city smells like smoke, cheap liquor, and bad decisions. One second you’re in a backroom with your dick in your hand because some animated bombshell just whispered the right thing in your ear, the next you’re choosing whether to sell someone out to the cops or shove them in the trunk. It’s very “suck a cock, shoot a snitch, light a cigarette” in that order, and the game really does not care about your moral panic. I went in for the porn, I stayed because suddenly I was like, “hold up, did I just talk my way out of a massacre and into a blowjob on a dusty office desk?”

What kills me is how it flips from horny to tense without asking permission. You’re staring at this older lady, right, she’s got that full MILF vibe, dress hugging her hips, voice smooth like old jazz on a bad speaker, and she’s talking about money, territory, respect. She’s also clearly checking you out. I picked one flirty line just for fun, expecting the usual “haha, maybe later” and instead my character is on his knees in some smoky lounge, tongue working, her hand tangled in his hair while she talks business like this is a normal Wednesday. And the camera does not shy away. Mouth, spit, lipstick a little ruined, that slow head movement, the way she uses you like a toy while deciding who gets shot tomorrow. If you’re into oral, the game understands you at a real spiritual level. It’s not just “he puts it in mouth, scene over.” They linger on it. Rhythm, control, humiliation, praise, all in one sloppy little loop. And yes, I replayed that scene with different choices. For research. Obviously.

But under all the cum and crime, there’s actually this weird feeling that your choices matter more than usual porn junk. Sometimes you go in thinking, “yeah yeah, I’ll pick the rude options, I’m the big bad gangster, rawr,” and suddenly some side character remembers that you threatened them three scenes ago and now the meeting goes sideways. Or that hot married MILF who teased you earlier? She might push you down on the sofa and ride you just because you backed her against her husband, or she might ignore you completely if you played the loyal nice guy. And it stings when she ignores you, I won’t lie, I sat there like a clown. Also, little detail that got stuck in my brain for no reason: there’s this one moment where you’re jerking off alone, tension high as hell, looking out over the city through a dirty window, and it actually feels pathetic in a good way. Like, you’re this “big” criminal, yet you’re still just a horny idiot with your hand on your cock, trying to forget that half the city wants you dead. That mix of sleaze and anxiety is kind of the whole mood. The story doesn’t always hit perfectly, some scenes feel like they fast forward just when it’s getting spicy, and the pacing is a tiny bit drunk, but honestly that also kinda fits. Gangster life. Messy, horny, badly timed, full of guilt and spit.

You start as this mafia prince kind of guy, rich kid with a target painted on his back, thinking life is just booze, guns and pretty women, and then everything goes straight to hell in like two minutes. One ambush, a lot of bullets, and suddenly your powerful crime family is just red stains and broken windows. The game throws you into that chaos from inside his head, so it feels less like “I am playing a character” and more like “oh shit, that’s my dad getting executed.” It’s all from your eyes, even the sex, so every scene hits kind of personal. Not deep-artsy personal, just “yeah, I’m really here, my dick’s out, this is happening” personal.

Natalya, the bodyguard, basically steals the whole thing. She gets you out alive and then you’re stuck with her in this dry, endless desert, hunted, tired, horny, scared, and somehow still flirting in the middle of it. She’s not some shy anime waifu, she’s tall, scary, a little fucked in the head, with that soldier mindset. One moment she’s snapping a guy’s arm like a breadstick, the next she’s pinning you to a rock with her boot on your chest and asking if you’re “still a man after all that crying.” Half the scenes with her feel like foreplay even when nobody’s naked. There’s one bit where you’re hiding behind a broken car, bullets hitting the sand around you, and she just grabs your face, kisses you hard, then shoves you away and goes right back to shooting. Totally not realistic, but it made me laugh like an idiot.

It calls itself a visual novel, but it’s not only dialog boxes and “do you love her or do you love her more” kind of thing. You’ve got choices that mess with your score, some little combat-ish moments, and a bunch of paths where you can act like a loyal heir, or a petty asshole, or some horny idiot who thinks with his cock while hitmen are literally tracking you. Sometimes the pacing is like a wild house party where the music keeps changing mid-song. One moment you’re digging into who betrayed your father, interrogating some bruised thug about which rival family ordered the hit, and then boom, horny desert campfire scene where you’re half traumatized and half grinding against someone who probably killed more people than you ever met. It’s weirdly hot and also kind of messed up. There’s romance too, but “romance” here means guns on the table, bruises on your neck, and girls who tease you about being soft while they unzip your pants. At one point I forgot I was chasing the truth behind the massacre because I was too focused on getting a better “score” with one of the women, and when the game suddenly threw more soldiers at me, I actually said out loud: “bro, can I finish getting laid first?” That mood sort of sums it up.

Brother comes back home after vanishing for years and the game just throws you into that weird mix of “family reunion” and “what the hell actually happened”. It starts pretty normal: school days, awkward small talk, sister trying to act cool but clearly obsessed that her missing brother is finally back. She waited nine years, she’s not sane, let’s be real. At first it feels like standard romance VN with a bit of teasing, some tits bouncing in your face every other click, that classic “I’m your sister but I look like a hentai search result” thing. Her ass is huge, her chest is huge, her emotional issues are somehow even bigger. The game really leans into that contrast: cute everyday stuff at school, then you go home and there’s this constant tension, like everyone is lying and only the MC is too horny and confused to notice.

The interesting part is how the erotic scenes are tied to progression. You don’t just click through to unlock CGs, you poke into the wrong room, ask the wrong question, check a phone you shouldn’t, and suddenly the sister’s route heats up because you showed “concern”. Affection feels like a stat, but it isn’t just “do nice things, get boobs”; sometimes the right choice is actually rude, suspicious, almost cruel. I liked that you can be a bit of a shit and the game still rewards you. One moment you’re in a sweet, almost wholesome scene, touching her carefully, she’s trembling because she’s still technically a virgin and doesn’t even understand her own arousal. Next moment it cuts back to some brutal flashback with blood on the pavement, and people yelling, and your dick has to just sit there and deal with unresolved trauma. It’s kind of funny and fucked up at the same time. Pornhub tab energy but with guilt.

There’s actual investigation stuff too. You go around, ask classmates weird questions, dig through old reports, follow shady hints at night. Sometimes you’re chasing ghosts, sometimes it feels like a straight crime story, like someone in the family did something really bad and covered it with this whole paranormal angle. The game likes to mess with you: you’ll be in the middle of a clue chain and suddenly you’re in a softcore scene with your stacked sister pressed against you in the hallway, her ass grinding your crotch while she whispers about how scared she is of losing you again. It should kill the tension, but it kind of doesn’t. Or maybe it does and I just didn’t care because her tits were right there. The MC is that usual clueless male protagonist, virgin brain but thrown into a house full of secrets, and sometimes he acts sharp and suspicious, then in the next scene he forgets everything because she bends over in a short skirt. The mix of horror, crime, and incest-flavored romance is messy, not subtle at all, and honestly that’s why it sticks in your head more than it probably deserves to.