Corrupt My Harem feels like watching a horny ethics lecture get slowly possessed by a demon and then deciding, ok fine, maybe consent is a bit… bendy tonight. You play this pretty standard anime boy who suddenly has access to dark magic that can poke around in people’s feelings, twist their shame, blow up their desire, and basically push them toward you. Not with subtle romance, more like “what if I slide a little corruption into that nice girl’s heart and see how fast she starts imagining choking and public sex.” That kind of vibe. The story pretends to ask things like “is this wrong?” but in practice it mostly asks “how far can we push this girl until she breaks in a hot way?” and then you click the darker option and, surprise, it actually goes there. As a gender studies person I should say “this is morally troubling” and yeah, it absolutely is, but also I still clicked the nasty choices first every time and then sat there staring at the screen like: alright, I’m the problem.

The fun part isn’t really the demon itself, it’s how the women slide down that corrupted slope. Early scenes are pretty soft: slightly naughty flirting, underwear shots, some teasing about being “too innocent.” You prod their emotions a bit, make them feel safe, or jealous, or curious, and then the script starts turning that into kinks. There is a really sharp moment where one girl is obviously uncomfortable, but you use the power to tweak her guilt into arousal and suddenly she is moaning while calling herself a slut and begging you not to stop. It’s fucked up, and the game knows it’s fucked up, but it does not pump the brakes. The harem angle is shameless: you are not building equal partners, you are stacking pretty toys around you and rewiring them until they feel lucky to be used. Sometimes it pretends to be a romance, with lines about “belonging to each other,” then five clicks later she is kneeling, crying from pleasure, thanking you for ruining her. That jump is wild, and kind of the whole point. I wish one route actually let a girl resist properly and stay resistant, but of course that would kill the fantasy, so it never really happens. The closest you get is temporary pushback before they melt into your hand again. Literally and metaphorically.

From a gender theory angle it is like a crash course in how power and desire tangle, just with a lot more cum. You’re not seducing, you’re hacking the emotional OS. The text leans hard on ideas like “she always wanted this deep down,” which is basically the classic porn excuse for non-consensual vibes, and it made me roll my eyes, then keep reading, then masturbate, then open Twitter and complain about patriarchy. I like how the corruption is emotional first and sexual second: jealousy, insecurity, need for approval, all inflated until they shift into exhibitionism, submission, even enjoying being shared. There is a scene where you dial up a girl’s fear of being abandoned so much that she offers her body to keep you, and the writing lingers on her shaking hands and wet thighs in a way that is almost cruel. It never really gives women a political voice, but it does give them a lot of sexual voice: they talk dirty, confess their fantasies, beg for more, describe what they feel in their bodies. It is still your fantasy, not theirs, but at least it lets them be loud and messy, not just silent dolls. I kind of hate how much that works on me. Also, tiny note that annoyed me: breasts get way more narrative attention than any other body part, to the point that one intense corruption scene almost gets derailed because the text can’t stop talking about nipples. I was like, yes, I get it, they’re hard, can we go back to her mind collapsing, please. Anyway, if you’re looking for soft, balanced, mutual romance, this is the wrong address. If you want to see “harem” turned into a laboratory for controlling desire, with demons as your research grant, it hits that fantasy embarrassingly well.

You wake up on this flying steel hotel called HMS Yuritopia, officially as “new fighter pilot”, unofficially as “dude dropped into a horny anime base”. The whole thing has this weird mood where half your brain is going “ok, we have mission briefings and air combat to worry about” and the other half is looking at the Seraph Squadron girls in their tight uniforms and thinking about literally anything except safety protocols. It starts pretty tame, just chatter in the hangar, some teasing, a bit of MC awkwardness, you picking dialogue options and trying not to sound like a complete idiot. Then very quietly the game puts your dick on a rails and goes, yeah, this is about sex, romance, and also jets, try to keep up.

What I like is how it doesn’t shove you straight into porn from line one. You flirt, you pick sides, you piss someone off by choosing the “cool” answer that actually lands as cringe, and the game remembers it. One scene you’re in the cockpit, comms crackling, adrenaline going nuts while you chase bogeys over some nameless ocean, and then later you’re in the locker room with one of the girls, the air still buzzing from the mission, her boots half unlaced, her flight suit hanging loose from her waist. She lifts her foot onto the bench, starts smirking down at you, and suddenly you’re on your knees, cheek pressed to her thigh, tasting sweat and soap while she rubs her toes along your lips like she owns your mouth. She doesn’t even need to say “good dog”, you feel it. The game loves that kind of power imbalance, like constant little reminders that yeah, you’re the pilot, but they’re the real aces here, especially when it comes to your body.

At some point you end up in this semi-private observation deck, glass all around, stars and clouds outside, and one of them decides to use you as her stress relief. She sits on your face while the ship hums around you, legs clamped tight, voice dripping trash talk. She calls you pathetic in one line and then fingers your hair in the next, sighs like she’s actually proud you know how to use your tongue. You can feel her heels against your back, pressing, like she’s pinning you there so you don’t even think about breathing before she’s finished. Later, another route, you’re in her cabin, lights low, she makes you sit on the floor between her knees while she lazily strokes you with one hand and pats your head with the other, talking in that soft pilot briefing tone about how “a good subordinate obeys every order”. The handjob is slow and almost painfully controlled, she stops right before you cum just to tilt your chin up with her toes and ask if you deserve it. That’s the kind of mean that sticks in your brain. And then somewhere else, way less dramatic, you’re just in the mess hall, talking shit about loadouts and missions, and two girls are basically flirting with each other over your plate like you’re just background furniture, brushing each other’s fingers, trading little looks, and it’s somehow hotter than the obvious blowjob scene that comes later in the corridors when one of them drags you behind a bulkhead, drops to her knees, and uses you to wipe that smug smile off your face, except it doesn’t work because now you’re the one whimpering against the wall, trying not to make noise while she dribbles spit down your shaft and laughs quietly every time your hips jerk. The whole thing feels like romantic drama and horny barracks gossip got locked together in a cabin, and you’re the idiot who knocked on the door at the worst possible moment.

Zack is the guy who had everything handed to him way too early and fucked it up in a very believable way. At eighteen he’s the “next big thing”, flashing cameras, fake smiles, everyone grabbing his ass for a photo, then he just ghosts the whole industry right after his own premiere. When you meet him now, he’s not some alpha god, he’s making cappuccinos in a tiny town café, trying to look invisible behind the espresso machine, pretending he doesn’t hear when girls at the tables whisper “is that… him?” You’re not just clicking through flavor text, you’re basically steering this washed-up almost-celebrity through awkward small talk, horny scripts, and old wounds. One minute he’s wiping a table, next minute some blast from his Hollywood past walks in, looking way hotter than he remembers, and suddenly he’s back in that world of fake kisses on camera and real hard-ons between takes. The fun is that you decide if he leans into the casting couch bullshit or if he actually builds real relationships while still letting you stuff him in every available mouth and pussy on the way up.

The sex fits the story instead of just being slapped on top. A director corners him after an audition, reading his lines way too close, brushing fingers over his jaw, and you get the choice: play the good boy, or close the distance, drop to your knees and give him that sloppy, noisy blowjob that clearly isn’t in the script. There are scenes where Zack’s in a trailer with a co-star who can’t keep her hands off him between takes, panties already to the side before the assistant even calls “reset”, and you push him to fuck her deep and raw on that tiny couch, bare, because she wants to feel him spill inside her before they go pretend to be “just friends” on camera. The game doesn’t shy away from letting you finish inside, watch her clench around him and then walk out on set with his cum still dripping while she tries to keep a straight face. At the same time, if you’re more into the slow-burn dating sim vibe, you can have Zack build something softer with someone who knows the public Zack and the broken barista Zack, teasing him under the table at some industry dinner, then later riding him at his shitty apartment, moaning his name into his neck while you decide if he pulls out or just gives in to that raw, dangerous creampie she’s quietly begging for. It’s messy, a bit insecure, sometimes funny in a way that actually lands, like when he’s trying to be “serious actor” during a kiss rehearsal and pops a very visible boner, and the game just lets that turn into a full-on makeout, clothes half-off, her on his lap, grinding, until you finally slam into her and forget there’s a crew waiting on the other side of the door. You’re not just watching porn scenes glued together, you’re basically playing with the idea of fame, ego, and how far Zack will go with his mouth, his cock, and his heart to find out if he’s more than the guy who walked away.

Waking up in this game feels like turning a manga page and suddenly all the panels are drawn by a different artist, but with the same characters. Familiar faces, same snouts, same broad shoulders, same tails, but the vibes are totally fucked in a good way. One guy who used to be the shy lab assistant is suddenly this cocky bar owner who leans over the counter, chest fur showing, flirting like he’s already seen you naked ten times in another timeline. Another dude who was your serious physics partner is now a clingy, soft boyfriend type who isn’t your boyfriend, at least not in this world, but clearly wants to be. The whole thing is built like a visual novel where every route feels like reading an alternate doujin of the same series, switching from fluffy romance page to dick-out panel on the next click.

Sex doesn’t sneak up on you here, it walks right in, unzips, and sits in your lap. There’s no shy fade-to-black, it is very in-your-face, detailed, and honestly kind of charming how messy it is. Big bara bodies pressed together, fur ruffled, claws digging into bedsheets, wet sounds written straight into the text, cocks described with just enough detail that you can see them in your head without needing CGs every time. I like how sometimes the horny hits you right in the middle of a serious science talk, like you’re discussing portal stability and suddenly the guy pins you to the console and grinds his bulge against your hip, asking if “this” is stable enough. That jump is stupid and hot and feels like reading a fan comic where the artist got bored of plot around page 13. Romance actually exists though, not just sex trophies. Some routes make you work for a kiss before you get to blowjobs, and some just throw you into a sloppy, desperate fuck on a lab bench while alarms flash in the background. Choices actually change their attitude in the bedroom, like one character going from gentle, almost shy top to rough, needy fucker because of how you talked to him earlier. I loved that, except when I didn’t, because sometimes the pacing just collapses and you’re stuck in too much dialog about feelings when you only wanted to lick abs and bite his neck.

What hit me most is how every guy is a remix of someone you “knew” before the accident, like reading an AU arc. You look at the big lion physicist and remember how serious he was in the original world, then here he’s a gym-obsessed himbo who blushes hard when you compliment his mane, but still rails you so deep your vision basically turns into screentone dots. The game is horny from a gay furry point of view without apologizing once: musk, size difference, rimming scenes where the text literally focuses on how his tail twitches when your tongue goes deeper, cumshots described with more care than some games give to their main plot. There’s a route where you wake up in his bed, both of you still half hard, and you get this slow morning handjob while he talks about multiverse theory like it’s pillow talk, and it almost feels too sincere for porn. I played on my Steam Deck browser and had to keep switching to Telegram every time I got paranoid about someone walking in, which never happened, but still. Dialog sometimes feels like it was written by different people, like one scene is smooth and sexy and then suddenly somebody says a line that sounds like Google Translate drunk on wine. I kind of liked that, honestly, because it matches the whole “wrong universe” energy. The game trips over its own tone a lot, one moment tender kissing, the next you’re being pushed to your knees with your muzzle stuffed full, zero transition, but that chaotic rhythm is exactly why I kept clicking.