Morty wakes up in some fucked up parallel universe where everything looks kind of familiar, but just wrong enough that you know the writers were horny first and logical second. You’re basically walking disaster Morty, trying to find a way back home while getting dragged into every kind of sexual mess the multiverse can cough up. One minute you’re arguing with a tentacled thing that technically counts as “alien biology”, next minute you’re balls-deep in a cosplay version of someone you absolutely recognize, pretending it’s not fanart gone too far. The game leans hard into parody, not subtle at all, just full-on “what if this character was naked and way too into you” energy. Half the fun is just waiting to see which familiar face turns up to humiliate you, seduce you, blackmail you, or all three in the same scene.

What actually surprised me is how often the choices matter in a small, petty way. Like, you pick the “coward” dialogue option in one early blowjob scene, and ten minutes later you’re getting teased for being a virgin pussy while someone uses your face like a chair. There’s a strong rhythm of “do something stupid, get rewarded with pussy anyway”, but the route you take changes the flavor a lot. Sometimes you are the pathetic Morty getting mind controlled into licking boots, sometimes you flip it and abuse a bit of leverage to push a milf into begging for your dick while you pretend you’re not into it. The game jumps from sleep sex to masturbation to lesbian side scenes, and half the time you just stumble into them while trying to act like a responsible protagonist. There’s group scenes that feel like someone took every wet dream from a subreddit and threw them into one room: twins riding you, another girl sucking your balls, someone in the back getting spanked, and if you blink you miss the footjob in the corner. They even go into pregnancy stuff and bukkake, and the game doesn’t stop to ask if you’re okay with it, it just goes “yeah, this is happening now”.

My favorite parts are the stupid little animated loops where barely anything happens. Like, the camera just stays on a slow titfuck while a character keeps talking shit, calling you a loser even as she’s painting your chest with milk. Or a scene where Morty is under some half-assed brainwashing and slowly realizes he’s jerking off on command, with a tentacle wrapped around his leg “just for stability” while an older woman watches and pretends it’s a science experiment. There’s a really nasty NTR edge in some routes, where you watch another guy pound a girl you were trying to romance, and the game rubs it in with close shots and sarcastic dialogue instead of dramatic music. Anal, oral, toys, multiple penetration, it’s all treated like regular Tuesday. Sometimes it’s clumsy, like a foot fetish bit that looks like it was added late and never tweaked, the angles feel wrong and the pacing is off, but it still kind of works because the whole thing already feels like a horny fan project that got out of hand. You jump from gentle teasing to hardcore bdsm spanking in two clicks, no build up, no “character arc”, just horny chaos guided by your half-bad decisions. The writing swings between actually funny sci-fi jokes and weird grammar, then back to sharp blackmail lines that hit harder than they should, and honestly, that messy tone fits the story of a kid thrown through universes where everyone seems more interested in his dick than his survival.

City looks normal for like five seconds, then you zoom in and it is all fucked. Cops take bribes like it is a sport, dealers run the corners, and this girl is just trying to drag her ass to school, keep her grades barely alive, and make sure her little brother has dinner that is not just bread and cheap cheese. She is not some shy anime cloud, she walks with that “I will kick your balls through your spine” energy, but you can see she is tired. Not soft, just worn down. Then on one shit morning she cuts through the wrong alley, headphones half in, school bag sliding down her shoulder, and hears Jack’s voice. Jack, the kind of rich bastard whose sneakers cost more than her rent. She stumbles into a conversation about product, routes, and who needs to be “taken care of” and you just know this isn’t going to end with a polite apology and everybody going home.

He sends a goon to shut her up and the game just goes “nah”. You get control, and instead of the cliché crying and begging, she plants her foot in his ribs, slams him against the wall, and you can practically feel his air leave his lungs. It is messy, almost clumsy, but that is why it hits. She knows a bit of self-defense, enough to turn a street grab into a full-on humiliation. Then Jack shows up, amused, angry, curious, all at the same time. From there, things spiral. The city becomes this playground of dirty deals and filthy favors where every scene can tilt between “I’m in control” and “oh shit, I really am not”. She goes to school, sits in a boring lesson, teacher droning, and your mind is still stuck on the way Jack’s hand closed around her throat in that warehouse corridor, pinning her to the cold wall while he whispered that she just became his favorite problem. The game likes to stall like that: normal environment, horny brain.

She starts taking shady jobs because money is a joke. Cleaning some thug’s office after hours while security cameras watch her bend over. Helping out at a club where the dress code is “short skirt, no pride”. You get these stripping scenes that start as “earn quick cash” and turn into a grind of groping hands, bills shoved between her thighs, her trying to keep it together while some loser in the front row records everything on his phone. You click through options that feel wrong in a good way. Do you let the boss smack her ass in front of everyone for a bonus or keep that last little piece of dignity and go home broke. The virgin angle is not just a tag they slapped on; the first time she is alone in her cramped bathroom, fingers shaking, replaying Jack’s threats and the way her own body betrayed her, it feels awkward and messy. She locks the door, leans over the sink, touches herself like she is angry at the idea of wanting any of this, breathing hard so her family does not hear through the thin walls. And the blackmail hits later, when those “side jobs” get turned into leverage. Screenshots. Video files. “You like being the tough girl? Then strip for the camera and prove it.” There is some light bdsm stuff baked into it, but it is always wrapped in that city grime, not clean and shiny. Rope that leaves marks, hands that grip too tight, orders hissed into her ear while textbook pages still open on her desk. And there is this one tiny thing that annoyed me: her school shoes look slightly different between scenes and it keeps bugging my brain every time she walks into class after spending the night getting pushed against a car hood in an alley where the streetlight flickers like a dying eye. I keep waiting for the game to explain it. It never does.

HeartProblems looks like one of those games you open just to “check it for five minutes” and then suddenly you’re clicking through scenes like a horny raccoon searching in the trash. On the surface it’s the usual porn VN setup: young guy, dead parents, moves in with uncle, house full of women that absolutely should not be as hot as they are. Milf energy in the kitchen, stacked bodies, tight clothes, that kind of slow-burn teasing where nothing “really” happens at first but your brain is already writing fanfic. Feels a bit like when you open X and see one “harmless” clip, then the algorithm decides you’re never seeing normal content again.

What sells it for me is how dirty it gets while pretending to be wholesome. You start as this awkward dude just walking around the house, talking, doing little choices that look innocent: help with the laundry, watch TV together on the couch, massage a sore back. The game loves to put you in those “accidental” skin contact situations. Hand brushing over that thick ass when you squeeze past in the hallway. Waking up with her on the sofa, your face basically in her tits, and she acts annoyed but does not move away. Corruption here is not some instant switch, it’s death by a thousand horny cuts. One day she slaps your hand for groping, later she just sighs, later she pretends not to notice, and then suddenly her leg is opening a bit more when you sit down. I caught myself saving before every dialogue just to try the slightly more perverted line and see if I can push one step further without getting shut down.

The 3D style is a bit uneven, which somehow fits. Some scenes look like they belong in a premium Patreon post, others feel like they were rendered while the dev was alt-tabbing to Telegram. Tits are huge, unapologetically so, bouncing and squeezed into outfits that clearly lost the fight with gravity. Asses too, like, “there is no way this character can find jeans in her size” big. Sometimes the proportions feel almost too much, but that might be exactly why it works. It reminds me of those cursed TikToks where the filter stretches everything and yet people in comments still type “link?” The humiliation angle hits when the MC gets caught peeking, or when one of them talks to him like he’s still a kid while his dick is obviously reacting in the shot. There’s a really fun scene where you get caught staring at her cleavage at breakfast, and the way she leans forward, half mocking you, half secretly enjoying your discomfort, is actually hotter than the later explicit stuff. And the mobile build is nice; playing this in bed with brightness low like some shameful little goblin feels exactly right. It’s weird, messy, sometimes clunky, and that’s kind of perfect for what it is.

You start the game literally as a corpse, which already feels different from all the usual “new semester at horny academy” stuff. You’re dead, you’re on the table, and then your childhood friend drags in an angel and a demon, does this sketchy ritual that looks like something she half-learned from hentai and half from a scam YouTube occult channel, and suddenly you’re back in your own body. Kind of. You’re still you, just with this creepy awareness that these three girls basically own your second life. And they act like it. From the first POV scene you can feel that vibe: you’re the male protagonist, you talk, you react, but they keep grabbing your face, pushing your head between tits, grinding their big asses on you, like you’re some resurrected toy they saved for their own fun. It slips between teasing and straight up domination pretty fast. One moment the angel girl is all “we only want to help you adjust” with this choir-like soft music in the back, next moment she’s riding you, wings spread, drooling a bit, ahegao face and everything, saying she needs your “holy seed” to stabilize your soul. Sure. Totally medical reason.

The fantasy angle makes the harem thing feel almost logical. You have the childhood friend, who acts like a tsundere milf trapped in a younger body, always pretending she cares about your “safety” while sitting on your lap in just a shirt, rubbing your cock with lazy hips while lecturing you about not dying again. Then the demon girl shows up with horns, tail, big tits barely staying in some cosplay-looking outfit, and she’s pure chaos. She’ll pin you down, sit on your face, use your tongue like it’s contract payment, then five minutes later let you ram her ass until she’s shaking, only to smirk and call you her “pet hero”. There’s this scene where she gives you a handjob under the table while the angel talks about “spiritual balance” and you’re trying to click dialogue options without blowing your load too early. By the way, the clicking sound effect is weirdly loud, I kept thinking my neighbors could hear it more than the moans and that annoyed me way more than it should. Anyway. The monster girl race that killed you is also in the mix, but instead of hating them you basically end up fucking them. There’s a furry type with fluffy ears who pretends to be shy, then suddenly she’s giving you a sloppy blowjob, licking all the way to your balls, looking up with those wet eyes, then pushing your dick between her tits for a messy titfuck that ends in creampie between her breasts and she’s giggling like it’s the best thing ever. Game just shrugs and moves on.

I liked how the camera hugs the POV angle most of the time. When someone gives you a footjob, you really feel like you’re the one pinned on the bed, her toes curling around your shaft, heel pressing against your balls, and the sound of slick skin and her tiny breathy laughs in your ear. There’s a voyeurism bit where your resurrected body isn’t quite “stable” yet, so you wake up half transparent in a room and watch Misaki-like teacher character masturbate on her desk, fingering herself, pressing her big ass against the chair, whispering your name even though she thinks you’re dead. You can’t touch, you can only watch, camera slowly sliding around her as she grinds on her own hand, and then later, when you finally get solid again, she corners you in a corridor and calmly tells you she knows you were looking. Then she grabs your hand, presses it against her ass, makes you grope her in this quiet hallway while students walk somewhere offscreen. She smiles like a predator and edges you on purpose, only letting you cum when she’s got you buried in her pussy, milking you dry with these slow, deep thrusts that feel almost too intimate compared to the wild group sex scenes where everyone is climbing on top of you, swapping from oral to anal to vaginal like it’s a competition. The moans sometimes loop a bit awkward, and a couple of lines sound like they recorded them in a closet, but honestly that roughness kind of fits the whole “forbidden ritual brought you back just to turn you into a walking sex magnet” mood. Also, the way one girl keeps calling you “small fry” even while she’s riding you raw until your cum spills out of her and drips down her thigh really annoyed me. I kept waiting for a scene where you finally shut her up properly, never got it.