Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.

This one looks innocent for like five seconds, and then you notice how Hinata bends forward when she talks to Naruto and her tits basically press against the screen. It is that kind of game. On surface it is just “talk with shy ninja girl from that old anime,” but the whole thing is clearly built so you keep staring at her huge boobs and stupidly tight outfit while you pretend you care about the conversation choices. She blushes, fidgets with her fingers, looks down, looks up, and every time you pick something a bit bolder, her body language changes. One line she just stutters “N-Naruto-kun…” like usual, next line she is breathing heavier and her ass is pushed out just a little more, like she is doing this on purpose. At first I thought it is silly fan parody, but then there was this moment where you choose to compliment her training, and the camera just slowly moves lower and suddenly you are staring at her chest instead of her face. I actually laughed, then I clicked the same branch again to see if it was a bug, and of course it wasn’t.

Funny thing, the game pretends to give you “moral” choices, but you are not fooling anyone. Yeah, you can keep her shy and pure, say all the sweet things, act like a saint, and she will smile and talk about Naruto like some school crush. But if you even once touch the “wrong” answer, like offering to “help her relax” or teasing that Naruto doesn’t really pay attention to her body, that whole good girl mask starts slipping. There is a path where you reach over to “check if she is hurt” after training and your hand just stays too long on her hip. She freezes, whispering your name, and then you get the pop-up choice: move away or slowly slide lower. The second one goes straight into groping her big ass while she tries to keep talking about missions from Shippuden like nothing is happening. It is kind of messed up and kind of hot at the same time, and I am not sure if I should be proud or ashamed I found a way to trigger that scene on the first play. Also, the way her clothes react is strangely specific, like the fabric stretching around her boobs when your hand “accidentally” brushes there, but then in another scene her bra just vanishes like it never existed. No idea why, I just noticed and then forgot about it, then remembered again and got annoyed.

I was actually expecting more Naruto himself in this, but he is mostly like a ghost people mention while you are busy trying not to stare at her nipples poking through the outfit. There are several endings depending on how far you push her and if you keep pretending to be “good guy” or just openly corrupt her. One ending has her still loyal to Naruto, but she secretly lets you feel her up in some training field corner and tells herself it is only “just this once”. Another one turns her into full hentai brain, where she is basically begging for your hands and doesn’t even try to hide her moans when you squeeze those ridiculous tits. The routes to get there are a bit strange though: sometimes one tiny flirty line suddenly jumps you into hardcore groping, other times you have to click through five screens of her talking about chakra and self confidence before she finally lets you touch her. I kept mixing up which option led to what, so I ended up making a little note in my phone like a crazy person, then lost it. Also there is this tiny sound when you choose the more pervy answer, like a soft chime, and now it lives in my head. I don’t even know why that bothers me more than the fact I spent half an evening trying every way possible to get a shy anime ninja girl to ride my hand. But yeah, that is pretty much the feeling here: one second you are pretending to be mature and check “if this is okay for adults”, next second you are replaying a scene just to see her breasts jiggle slightly different when you grope from below instead of from the side.

Mark drags his ass back to his hometown thinking he’s just crashing at the old house for a while, and the whole thing instantly turns into a slow-motion sex disaster. Dad is gone, ran off to the Caribbean with his side piece after quietly robbing his company blind for years, and left behind a wrecked family home, a broke ex-girlfriend, and a pile of debts that might as well scream “you’re screwed” in neon. The “solution”? Turn the house into a college-style dorm and stuff it with girls who already know Mark way too well. Childhood friends, twins who used to tease him when he was still a virgin, a neighbor milf with that tight yoga-ass that makes you pause the game just to stare, and a couple of ex-crushes who suddenly don’t seem so out of reach now that everything is falling apart. The mood jumps all over the place: one moment you’re joking about the house turning into a horny hostel, the next you’re in a quiet POV scene where an old flame is jerking you off on the couch, voice quivering, whispering how she missed “this” while you were away, and yeah, she means exactly what you think.

What hits first isn’t some big dramatic twist but the way the girls remember things you forgot. Like that one scene with the chocolate cake in the kitchen where one of the twins licks cream from her finger way too slow and says “you used to watch me do this when we were kids, you perv” while her tits basically rest on the counter. You get options that look harmless, then five clicks later she’s on her knees giving sloppy oral, moaning in your language headset-style, and you realize you dug your own horny grave. The humor keeps undercutting the filth too: you can be elbow-deep in a lactation scene with a milf who “just needs some relief” and in the middle of a titfuck she cracks a joke about charging rent for every creampie you leave in the house. It should kill the mood, but it somehow makes it hotter, because it feels like real people messing around, not plastic porn robots. Some routes lean pure romance, like falling asleep after anal with a girl who cuddles you, talking about future babies and maybe pregnancy, while other paths let you drift into group sex chaos where three girls fight over whose turn it is to ride you, one sitting on your face, another grinding on your dick, someone else just quietly masturbating in the corner because she “likes to watch.” There are endings you can feel coming and others that sneak up, like screwing the wrong person behind someone’s back, that little netori twist where you pretend it’s just a handjob in the shower and suddenly you’ve ruined a relationship you were actually starting to care about. Best way to enjoy all of it? Be a little reckless. Say yes when the twins ask you to help them “study,” don’t skip the teasing scenes, let people get jealous, let mistakes pile up, and save often so you can go back and see what happens if you let the shy girl be the one who finally climbs on top and fucks you until she’s shaking.

Pale Carnations feels like someone took a very proper medical student, stripped out his sense of safety, then tossed him face first into the kind of club you normally only see mentioned in Telegram chats that vanish after a week. You start as this uptight guy who really believes he’s still on a straight path, and then your old friend drags you into the Carnation Club, which is basically a brothel pretending to be an art space. The game doesn’t even try to warm you up slowly. One minute you’re talking about exams, the next you’re standing in a “performance hall” where three women are being judged like twisted idols for how well they take pain, shame and a whole lot of cum. The first night, when you have to guide one of the girls through a show, pushed to choose between making it romantic, cruel, or just filthy efficient, that’s where it clicked for me. This isn’t just porn with clicks. It’s about how far you’re willing to go when everyone keeps telling you it’s normal to choke a girl on stage while rich assholes clap in the dark.

The sound in this thing really surprised me. Not “triple A” surprised, more like “why does this muffled moan in the background feel more real than the entire Spotify sexy playlist I’ve got”. There’s this scene where you’re backstage with an older woman who clearly knows the club better than you ever will. She presses your hand to her ass while she quietly instructs you how to handle your “performer”, her voice soft but absolutely in control, and in the distance you hear the audience roar when someone gets spanked hard enough to cry. The track underneath is this slow, slightly dirty lounge loop, a bit off tempo, almost cheap, but it fits so well that I ended up replaying that scene just to hear the way her breathing synced with the bass line. Then later the game swaps to this almost tender piano piece while you’re literally arranging who gets groped on stage and who gets humiliated in private. I liked that a lot. Or maybe I didn’t. It made it harder to pretend this is just mindless fap material when the music keeps whispering “you’re kind of a bastard for choosing the harsher option, you know?” and then rewards you with the wettest, messiest creampie CG three clicks later. The game loves that contrast. Romance on the surface, anal and public bukkake in the back room, ahegao faces in full view while the MC still tells himself he’s a good guy. It’s not subtle, and it’s not trying to be. There’s cheating, masturbation breaks that feel a bit too honest, toys pulled out at the worst possible time, and a lot of rich people treating human bodies like decoration. I wish the little clicking sound on some menu wasn’t so loud, actually, it annoyed me from the start and I kept meaning to change it, then got distracted every single time some milf in heels called me “doctor” and bent over a piece of BDSM furniture like it was a confession booth. Anyway, the club keeps going, the performances get rougher, and your choices keep twisting the knife, mostly in you.