There is this messy, thirsty energy in Just Bros that hits you right away. You start as this kinda regular guy who is very obviously not here for “pure romance” bullshit, and the game never pretends otherwise. One minute you’re chatting with some cute twink who looks like he still smells like gym locker deodorant, next minute a beefy office dude is basically pinning you in a dialogue choice that might as well just read “yes, I want you to rail me against that wall”. It feels like using Grindr after a couple drinks, but with actual personalities instead of “sup” and a torso pic. The pacing is weird in a good way: sometimes the flirting is slow, sometimes it jumps straight to “my place or yours?”, and sometimes it throws in a scene that’s unexpectedly soft and kind of hurts in the chest. The sex scenes aren’t just fade to black either. You get to pick things, push, tease, sometimes be a little mean, sometimes get put in your place. There’s at least one route where the guy is all muscle and confidence and you can feel the dev is having fun making him boss you around, but then he says something stupid and you’re like, wow, hot, but also an idiot, and you still go back because, well, have you seen his shoulders.

I like that the game doesn’t lock you to one crush right away. You can act like a total manwhore, go on a date with a sweet nerd, later sneak a quick hookup with a cocky bartender, then accidentally run into both of them in another scene and have to bullshit your way through choices. That kind of awkward, horny chaos feels very real. The writing is not perfect at all, some lines sound like they came straight from a thirsty Twitter timeline, and a few jokes land flat, but that actually makes the whole thing more honest. There’s one detailed scene on a couch that stuck in my mind: half of it is just you deciding if you’ll scoot closer, pretend you’re watching the show, or just rest your hand on his thigh and wait to see if he twitches. It goes from cute to “oh fuck, we’re actually doing this” in like three dialogue boxes. Then later the game throws “A Quiet Wrong” at you and the mood twists. It’s shorter, more focused, kind of creepy in this slow way where you know something is off but the guy is still hot enough that you ignore all red flags. The sex there feels less like “haha bros being bros” and more like “I shouldn’t be turned on by this but I am, and that’s my problem now.” I wish the UI didn’t occasionally lag when switching scenes, and sometimes a choice feels like it should change more than it does, but I kept clicking anyway, chasing that next moment where a confident muscle dude leans in a bit too close, or a shy twink finally snaps and pulls your shirt, or some “bro” calls you out for pretending you only wanted casual when you’re already picturing waking up with his arm over your waist. It’s messy, horny, a bit broken, and very much like actual gay dating.

Guard uniform, shitty fluorescent lights, that stink of sweat and bleach that almost comes through the screen, and then this guy shows up in your block. Artemis. Wrong kind of pretty for a place like that. Soft face, sharp eyes, mouth that looks like it was made to talk back and suck cock, both. The game just throws you into that fucked up mix of power and attraction without a slow intro, which I liked. You’re already in the role, already the one with the keys, but somehow he feels scarier than the whole cell block. Not scary like monster, scary like "I know exactly what you want and I’m going to make you admit it." The flirting starts way too early to be healthy, way too late to stop, and every line he drops has that vibe where you can’t tell if he’s actually scared or just acting weak so you’ll push harder. And yeah, it’s mostly reading and choosing, but it doesn’t feel dry, because half the time I was alt-tabbing out of sheer secondhand shame, then going right back in like a horny idiot.

The thing that got me is how the game keeps playing chicken with your morals. You get these choices like "do the professional thing" or "maybe just touch him a bit" and it sounds simple, but the writing keeps nudging you, poking at your curiosity, making the “nice” options feel kind of fake. At some point I realised I was picking the worse path just to see how far the dev will go, and it does go pretty far into fucked territory. There is that whole predator vs prey dance, but it flips. You start as the guard, the big man with the baton, but Artemis knows how to tilt his head just a little, sit on the bunk in that half-feminine pose, open his legs too wide, make you aware how easy it would be to hurt him and how much he kind of wants you to. Or pretends to. Hard to tell. That tension is the hot part, not even the actual explicit bits, though those are written with enough dirty detail that I had to stop reading on my phone in public transport after one very specific line about making him kneel on the cold floor of the cell. The world is cruel, the prison is worse, but the horny brain prevails.

It’s pretty dark without the game patting you on the head about it. No big speech about trauma, just little details: the way he flinches when you move too fast, the way other guards talk about inmates like meat, offhand comments about what happens in the showers. It’s messy, morally and sexually, like one of those old yaoi fanfics on LiveJournal that half of us cut our teeth on, only a bit more grown up and kinda meaner. Artemis is that type: slight, almost fragile, but with enough lip to make you want to shut him up by grabbing his neck. He’ll tease you, call you "officer" with this tiny smirk, then suddenly there is this one line where he sounds genuinely terrified and it punches you right in the gut while you still have a hard-on. The choices make you complicit. You can try to be the good guy, but the text never lets you feel clean, and honestly that’s why it sticks. Sex here is power, manipulation, pity, and actual lust all tangled together, not separated into nice categories. If you like your gay prison fantasies soft and wholesome, this is not that. If you always wondered how far a bored, lonely guard might go with a dangerous little femboy inmate who knows exactly what card to play, this thing crawls under your skin, rubs up against every bad impulse, and waits to see which button you press next.

Harth starts as that clueless village boy type, but not the usual whiny one. More like the guy who thinks “yeah, my life is fine, I’ll just jerk off behind the barn and maybe marry some local virgin with fat tits one day” and then the world basically bends him over instead. The jump from quiet frontier mud to the capital is where the fun actually kicks in. At first it feels almost too slow, like a Sunday where nothing happens and you just scroll Pornhub categories out of boredom. Then suddenly he’s neck deep in church drama, magic crap, and way too many people who want to get into his pants or control what’s in them. The religious stuff is sneaky. You think it’s just background lore, then one moment you’re listening to some righteous sermon, next moment there’s a priestess with her robe “accidentally” sliding open, tits hanging, grinding on him in a shadowed alcove while a crowd passes by outside. Good old exhibitionist risk, and the sound when her ass slaps against the stone wall is disgusting and hot at the same time. As a sound freak, I kept replaying that bit just to hear the breathy whimper when he pushes in raw for the creampie. Could be just me, but that sticky noise when he pulls out later? That’s art. Ugly, wet art.

Sex variety is all over the place, in a nice “who wrote this and why are they in my brain” way. One scene has this prim religious girl who talks about purity every second line, then drops to her knees and gives him a slow, nervous blowjob that turns into total slut mode halfway in. The gagging and little choked moans are actually mixed well, not that copy paste stock stuff you sometimes hear in lower effort games. Then you go from that to a teasing footjob on a balcony with some rich city brat. The camera goes tight on her soles rubbing his shaft, toes squeezing, and when he finally shoots up her leg and onto those soft, pale arches, the squelchy drip sound is stupidly satisfying. I actually muted the music for that, because I’m picky like that and the BGM sometimes feels like cheap fantasy JRPG loop from a mobile app nobody plays anymore. Funny thing, the anal scenes hit harder than the expected standard vaginal ones. There is this one anal creampie with internal view that zooms right in on the ring stretching and relaxing around him, while you hear that low wet push noise when he bottoms out. It feels wrong in the best way. Although, some of the moans in that one don’t quite sync to the thrusts and it annoys me way more than it should. I kept waiting for them to fix it, like some patch coming, then remembered that I’m just yelling at my screen.

Romance is there, but it isn’t soft and fluffy. It’s more like people stumbling through desire and power games. One girl starts all sweet and shy, then ends up riding Harth’s face while fingering herself, basically using him, and I kinda love that she’s the one in charge. Femdom is not hardcore hardcore here, more casual humiliations, like making him jerk himself while she just watches and comments on his technique, then lazily finishes him with a bored handjob because “you’re too slow.” On the other side, there are dudes. The gay content is not treated like some joke or add-on. There’s a quiet moment with a city guard where they end up half drunk, talking about duty, then kissing, then the guard awkwardly working Harth’s cock with his hand, sweaty and unsure. Later you get full-on anal with him, and the grunting, low male moans are actually different from the female ones, which I appreciate way more than I should. Plus, seeing Harth pump a load deep into another guy while we get that same sticky internal shot you usually only see in straight scenes? Yeah. That hit. The game kinda drifts between innocent romance, messy religion, shameless public teasing, big ass bouncing in your face, tits pressed against windows, and those long masturbation scenes where Harth is just alone, stroking it, thinking about what the city has turned him into. Or maybe I imagined half of that. I was too busy replaying that titfuck scene where she squeezes him between those heavy boobs, drips spit on the tip, and whispers that she wants his cum inside, not on her chest. Then she rides him, loses the “virgin good girl” act in two thrusts, and you get that deep full creampie shot that almost looks too much. Which is exactly enough.

You start as this skinny snow white fox guy in a medieval world full of idiots, assholes, and way too much magic, and somehow everyone wants to either kill you, fuck you, or recruit you for some “hero” bullshit. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be something else. It’s gay, it’s furry, it’s horny as hell, and it leans into that. One wrong move in the story and suddenly you’re pressed against a cold stone wall by a huge armored bull knight, his breath hot on your neck, his hand “checking” if you’re hiding weapons between your legs. Then later the same guy acts like some noble protector while you both stand in a burning village and talk about destiny. That’s the kind of whiplash you get here. Comedy one line, dick on the next screen, tragic backstory right after the cumshot. I’ve seen softer mood shifts in old Flash porn games on Newgrounds, but here it somehow works, or maybe my standards are just ruined at this point. Dialog sounds like real idiots talking, not some writer trying to be clever all the time: guys swear, call each other out, crack filthy jokes in the middle of danger, and yeah, sometimes the fox says something so cringe you want to click past it, but that’s part of the charm. Or maybe it’s just bad writing and I’m coping, hard to tell.

The “kinetic” part means no big branching, no stat grinding crap, no pretending to be an RPG. You click, you read, you watch things escalate. And they do escalate. First time the fox gets caught by that demon with the glowing eyes, it looks like the usual “I’ll take your soul” scene, then the demon pins him down, claws tracing his chest, and starts talking about “tasting fear” while his cock is already half out. There’s this scene in a ruined chapel where you’re supposed to be doing serious magic training, but your mentor, a huge old lion wizard with tired eyes and thick arms, stands behind you to “correct your stance” and slowly grinds against your ass while explaining spell theory. The game doesn’t shy away from size difference, knotting talk, messy finishes, all that bara stuff. Muscles, fur, sweat, cum on armor, cum on old books, cum on the damn floor that nobody ever cleans. It’s not some cutesy tease; it shows hard cocks, actual fucking, power play, the fox begging for more even when he’s pretending he hates it. At the same time it tries to pretend there’s this big heroic mystery, secrets in his past, some heavy thing about what he did wrong that kicked off his journey. And yeah, sometimes you do feel that weight, like in that quiet campfire scene where he stares at his own hands and wonders if they’re made to save people or just jerk off monsters. Then two minutes later he is deepthroating a smug goat thief behind the tent because “it’s better than listening to him talk.” It’s messy, uneven, horny, and very clearly made by someone who wanted to see a snow fox get railed by half a fantasy kingdom and then still be called a hero at the end.

This one starts quiet. Not horny-chaos-from-second-one, more like slow boil. You’re this young acolyte in a tiny mountain village, technically there to “serve the gods” and “keep the sacred balance” and all that formal crap, but after like ten minutes it’s very clear the real job is getting tangled up with muscular divine men who have way too much body hair and zero sense of personal space. It feels like a romantic stats spreadsheet that accidentally grew a dick. You run around doing rituals, picking dialogue options, watching your “bond” values crawl up like you’re tracking conversion rates in Google Sheets, except every successful “ritual” ends with you pinned to an altar by some mythic beefcake who looks like he could bench press the whole temple and your character is just… letting him.

The vibe is surprisingly cozy before it gets filthy. The gods aren’t these distant glowing things, they’re big guys with scars, fat cocks and weird insecurities. One of them talks like he’s a grumpy uncle, huge chest, hairy belly, thick arms, and then once you choose a bold response instead of the submissive one he slams you against the shrine wall. That escalated fast and I loved it. You start to notice little patterns: be too polite with the storm god and you get one kind of scene, push back and suddenly he chokes you lightly while he fucks you on the temple floor, thunder outside like some overdramatic porn soundtrack. It’s all text and vibes, but the way it describes weight, warmth, the way your thighs shake after he finishes inside you, it’s not coy at all. I actually had to pause a route because my brain was trying to calculate which affection threshold triggered the anal scene while my dick was like “shut up, we’re busy”.

The writing jumps between sweet and trashy in a funny way. One moment you’re helping fix a prayer banner and talking about duty and devotion, next moment that same “gentle” god has you straddling his lap, his cock grinding between your cheeks while he whispers that a devoted acolyte offers his whole body, not just his hands. There are small mechanics that you start to min-max without even thinking: like which nightly duty to take, which offering to pick, how “pure” you pretend to be in public. I kept a stupid Excel sheet open tracking which answers gave intimacy points and which unlocked what, then I blew one of the big endings because I got greedy and went for one more sex-heavy choice with the other god. Suddenly the “husband” style route snapped, and the guy who had been all soft and protective basically looked at me like I was a slutty tourist in his temple. Still fucked me, rougher than before, but the epilogue text hit different. That walk-of-shame paragraph where the villagers bow to you while you’re sore and know you technically saved them but kinda broke your main relationship? That stuck more than any cum detail.

It’s lewd as hell without feeling like a cheap porn generator. When a scene says he pushes deep, it lingers on stretch and breath and how your legs tremble, not just the finishing line. There’s one altar scene where your acolyte is on his back, robes pushed up, the god holding your ankles up high so your hole is exposed to the candlelight, and he just… takes his time, tracing your rim with his thumb while you squirm and try not to beg. That whole thing is like fifteen screens long and I remember more about the way it built up tension than about who was technically “on top” in the lore. Also, tiny nerd complaint: the save slots are labeled in a slightly weird way and I keep overwriting the wrong branch, which made me replay the same blowjob under the waterfall three times. Not that I’m mad about that specific scene, the description of water running down his abs while he holds your head and groans is stupidly hot, but still. I keep forgetting which path I’m planning, then some god with thick thighs and a smug smile shows up and all the careful “route optimization” goes out the window and I’m just clicking the option that sounds like “yes, ruin me, holy daddy”.

Game feels like reading the dirtiest confession blog on Tumblr that somehow grew a brain and started talking back to you. You’re inside this guy’s skull, this super horny mix of jealousy and curiosity, and the whole thing plays like a slow train crash in a porn theater. One moment he’s trying to be a normal boyfriend, the next he’s picturing his girl on her knees for a guy who looks like he walked out of a Calvin Klein ad, and the game just kinda looks at you like “you gonna click yes or no, coward?” It’s a visual novel setup, sure, but it acts more like a sandbox for your worst ideas. You jump between scenes in this loose, kinda messy way, poking around chats on her phone, peeking at his fantasies, then suddenly you’re watching her let some huge black dude spread her on the sofa while the MC sits there hard as rock, trying to pretend he’s not into it. He totally is. You are too, don’t lie.

What I like is how the sex doesn’t wait for you to be “ready”. You click through this playful flirt scene, think it’s just teasing, and then bam, cum dripping down her tits while your guy is jerking off in the corner. There’s this one moment where he’s “helping” her with another dude, like he literally holds her wrists behind her back so the other guy can push deeper in her ass, and you feel that switch in his head from panic to obsession. They do those in-between frames really nice, the little tongue slips, the way her eyes roll when she’s getting titfucked and trying to talk at the same time, and yeah, if you collect animated gifs you’re gonna be sitting there hammering F12 like a freak. Even the bi content feels sneaky: you pick some option just to be “supportive” and suddenly the big guy has your MC on his knees, hand in his hair, and the game plays it like the most natural thing ever. No grand speech, just “open your mouth, boy”, and it cuts to cum on his lips like he was waiting his whole damn life. There’s bondage scenes too where she’s tied up and technically he’s in control, but you can see on his face he knows he’s just the cameraman for someone else’s show, and for this kind of sick little fetish corner, that’s exactly the point.

The Warrior of Light is fucked up in the head and the body, in the best way. You start not as some fresh rookie, but as a hero who already burned through all the epic bullshit and paid for it. Your power runs on feelings, and you basically overdosed on emotions. So now the plot is simple and kinda genius: to get your strength back, you need therapy that is not really therapy, more like “let’s weaponize affection, horniness and cuddling” while you crawl through this weird mix of parody fantasy and horny sandbox. It feels like someone read the source material with one hand and a grin, then asked: “ok but what if all the bonding scenes actually went where the fanfics always wanted them to go?”

You hop around locations like a point and click pervert, poking at things, pestering girls and guys, flirting with monster cuties that really should not be that adorable. One moment you chill with a smug mage who keeps teasing you about “purely magical research”, next moment a towering monster girl is talking about eating you and you are not sure if she means your soul or your cock. The game lets you play both as the big-name hero and, in some scenes, slide into a female POV who is just as horny and just as messy. Lesbian moments don’t feel like they were slapped in for a tag checklist, you actually get that slow, stupid build: hands brushing, a joke that goes too far, a dare, then suddenly you are between her thighs and she is trying not to be too loud and failing. There is gay content too where your so-called “bro” from past battles suddenly remembers how intense your bond is and decides the best way to help you recover is to jerk you off while talking about old campaigns like it's totally normal. Straight stuff, anal, oral, soft romance, nasty power play, it is all there, but mixed so casual it almost feels like hanging out with old party members who just stopped pretending.

In between all this sex comedy, the game still remembers it is an RPG. There is turn based combat that looks kind of silly for someone who already saved the world, because sometimes you are fighting with your dick basically on cooldown. Skills fueled by emotions mean a blowjob scene can literally make you stronger in the next fight, which is extremely stupid and somehow perfect. You’ll be doing little “therapy sessions” where a lover slowly jerks you off while asking about your trauma, and then the UI happily shows your stats going up as you moan through it. The humor is half shitpost, half affectionate roast of the original story: characters misquote dramatic lines while riding you, someone tries to give a heartfelt speech and keeps getting interrupted by your hand on their ass. It is rough in places, not every joke lands, sometimes the sandbox pacing goes weird and you are stuck clicking through flirting when you just want to get railed, but that unpolished feeling makes it more like a horny fan project that grew too big and never learned how to behave. One scene you’re carefully romancing a shy girl, whispering sweet nothings while you lick her, next scene a smug dragon girl is using your face like a chair and calling it “treatment” for your emotional overload. It should not work. It kind of does.

Jake is that kind of protagonist who looks normal at first and then you realize his whole life is basically horny paranormal chaos. Fresh grad, new big city, living with his brother, trying to be a decent guy, except there is literal Lust crawling around in his head and whispering “hey, what if you just… tweak that girl’s brain a little.” The game throws you right into that vibe where half the time you’re flirting on campus or at some shitty coffee place, and the other half you’re staring at some hellish demon with way too many teeth and tentacles, while still thinking “ok but can I fuck it?” You can go soft and romantic, like just dating, cuddling, slow handjob under the blanket, or you just slide full corruption route and start bending people’s minds, turning them into sex toys that smile at you while they swallow. It lets you pick how deep you go into that darkness, and it actually feels like a choice, not some fake menu flavor.

The Lust power is the real pervert engine here. You poke around in people’s heads and the game rewards you with those “Dreams” scenes, like detached little realities where you basically peek out through someone else’s eyes. One moment you’re the brother, jerking off alone because you’re jealous of Jake’s success. Next you’re stuck in a nightmare party where half the guests have glowing eyes and the other half are on their knees, mouths full, moaning stuff they’d never say when awake. Fucking weird in a good way. There’s all sorts of kinks layered in quietly. Group scenes where control slips and now there’s three bodies sweating on top of you, you have no idea whose hand is where, just tongues and wet sounds and someone begging for anal like it’s the only thing keeping them alive. Normal “dating sim” stuff sits right next to “oh cool, demon tentacle is rearranging my inside, guess that’s Tuesday now.” You can build yourself like an RPG nerd too, pumping stats so your mind control hits harder, or so you don’t get your ass kicked when some paranormal freak decides you’re on the menu. Combat’s there, but the real fights feel like they’re inside people’s minds, watching them crack, seeing a sweet shy girl slowly transform into a needy cock-hungry mess because you kept nudging her thoughts in the wrong direction. Also, small thing but it annoyed the shit out of me: the way some scenes cut off right when you want one more thrust, one more frame, like the game is edging you on purpose and then pretending it didn’t. But then you get another scene where Jake is spit-roasting someone with a demon, or waking up sticky after a furry centaur nightmare, or giving sloppy oral in some filthy alley while ghosts watch, and you kinda forgive it without even meaning to.

Jamie feels like that guy you see in every Discord server who’s always online, always “one more match,” and somehow still confused why his life is going to shit. The game throws you into his head and also out of it, since you hop to other points of view too, but it never asks what you think. It just drags you through this messy school-life drama where sex is basically the only honest language anybody speaks. One minute you’re in the classroom with all the usual fake politeness, the next you’re watching a hand slide under a desk, fingers pressing into thigh, then panties, then nothing. And because it’s kinetic, you don’t get that safety of “oh I’ll pick the nice option.” There is no nice option. Stuff just happens, and it gets worse, and you kind of hate it and keep clicking anyway.

Kim is supposed to be the “good girl,” loyal and patient while Jamie hides in his games, but the story keeps poking holes in that fake ideal. She’s waiting for him, horny, frustrated, touching herself alone while he’s busy chasing loot instead of her tits. Then William shows up, all calm and composed, the kind of guy who actually listens, and you know where that goes. Not suddenly, not with fireworks, more like slow rot. A shoulder touch at the lockers. A “joke” about how she could do better. Walking her home. Fingers brushing her lower back. Next thing, you’re staring at an internal view of his cock in her, thick and detailed, cum pouring straight into her like she hasn’t had a boyfriend in months. The weird thing is, the game never pauses to guilt-trip anyone. Netorare is just treated like weather: it rains, you get wet, nobody asks permission.

The sex is filthy in that very direct way that doesn’t feel like porn dialogue written by someone who never touched a person. There is anal that isn’t romantic at all, just rough and controlling, with her knees shaking and her mouth saying “no, we can’t” while her body obviously can. There’s groping on the train, hands on big tits while strangers look away, that ugly little realism of harassment where the world pretends nothing is happening. The “trap” angle sneaks in sideways, you think one character is just a shy boy and suddenly you’re watching him get pinned and used, his ass spread open, treated like a toy but there is this tiny flicker of pleasure in his eyes that fucks with your moral compass. The futa and trans stuff doesn’t show up as some big “special episode” either, it just exists in the cast, like yeah, she has a dick and she’s jerking it in the bathroom stall thinking about corrupting someone’s girlfriend later, why are you surprised?

Gay scenes hit different, more like raw territory fights than romance. Two guys testing each other, dominance games in the locker room, a blowjob that starts as a threat and turns into something way more confusing when the “victim” starts pushing back instead of pulling away. There’s interracial stuff folded in without big speeches, just visual contrast and constant power plays, like the game is obsessed with who owns who in every frame. Masturbation is everywhere, almost casual, everyone doing it: Jamie half-hard in bed with his phone, Kim in the shower trying not to say William’s name, some side character hunched over a desk in the empty classroom, panting quietly so the teacher in the next room doesn’t hear. And the whole time, corruption is the slow heartbeat underneath. Nobody wakes up a monster. They just make one small compromise, then one more, until cheating feels less like betrayal and more like gravity. The really annoying part? At one point I tried to scroll back by muscle memory, like on Telegram, to check a line I missed, and my thumb kept hitting the wrong place, and I still don’t know what that one whispered line before the creampie was. It bugs me more than it should.