Every time someone thinks they’ve seen it all in adult games, something like this lands on my screen and ruins my emotional equilibrium for a week. The title doesn’t tempt so much as it threatens, whispering that sort of “you won’t survive this, champ” energy. I went in expecting cheap smut; came out feeling like the game had crawled into my DMs and roasted me in front of everyone. You start as this soft little guy (the type who apologizes to his reflection) surrounded by girls who don’t just steal your dignity - they borrow it like a lighter, forget to return it, and then post stories about it. It’s filthy, but it knows it’s filthy, and somehow that makes it worse. I loved it. Or hated it. I’m still not sure.

What kills me is how funny it gets at the worst possible moments. Like, you’re halfway through this intense humiliation arc - Makima’s voice in your ear, a camera glitch flashing like divine judgment - and suddenly there’s this dumb pop-up referencing old memes that no one should remember. It breaks the tension just enough to make you snort, then it slaps you with another round of moaning audio so realistically mixed it makes your phone warm. Sometimes the choices feel meaningless, but maybe that’s the point? The dev clearly hates you, or loves you too much, or both. And don’t get me started on the night scene with Gwen Stacy - it’s not even about her, it’s about that tiny moral failure leaking from every pixel. You blink, and suddenly everyone is naked, cruel, and somehow emotionally devastating.

I’m giving it my personal “Best Game To Make You Question Your Internet Habits” award. Because between the absurd power plays, the totally unnecessary pregnancy subplot nobody asked for, and the occasional dialog line that sounds like a drunk AI philosopher, this thing dances between parody and therapy session. I tried to hate it but couldn’t; it’s just too confident in its own madness. Every edge feels like a dare. And yeah, I still hear her voice. Not sure that’s healthy.

Playing as Tony Stark sounds cool on paper, but this superhero fuckfest gets messy real quick. You're basically running some tropical sex mansion where Marvel and DC girls show up to get railed, which honestly feels like someone's wet dream turned into a clunky management sim. The whole "party host" thing is whatever - you spend half your time clicking through boring business menus to afford keeping these superpowered sluts around.

Scarlet Witch shows up looking fine as hell, then Wonder Woman's there too because fuck continuity I guess. The crossover aspect is wild but makes zero sense story-wise. One minute you're banging Gwen Stacy in your high-tech bedroom, next you're dealing with Raven from Teen Titans who apparently teleported from a completely different universe. Storm gets some decent scenes but the writing for her is trash. She-hulk's proportions are completely fucked up in a good way though. Black Cat steals the show with her seduction scenes - developers clearly spent more time on her animations than anyone else. Supergirl acts way too innocent for someone who's supposedly partying at Tony Stark's sex island.

The dating sim mechanics are broken as shit. You seduce these heroines through the most basic dialogue trees, then boom - straight to hardcore fucking with creampies everywhere. No buildup, no personality, just "click here to fuck Batgirl." Management side involves buying upgrades for your mansion and keeping everyone happy, but it's tedious busywork between sex scenes. Spider-Gwen gets the weirdest treatment - her scenes feel rushed compared to others. The sandbox element means you can fuck around in any order, but some girls are clearly afterthoughts. Handjob animations look janky, vaginal sex varies wildly in quality depending on which character. Iron Man tech is supposed to enhance everything but mostly it's just glowing dildos and holographic porn. This gets the "Most Shameless Cash Grab Using Popular IP" award because holy shit, they really just threw every recognizable superhero pussy into one game and called it a day.

First time I booted it up, I honestly thought it was a meme. Like, someone named the organization B.O.O.B.I.E.S and expected nobody to laugh? But then an hour later I’m sitting there, spreadsheet open on the second monitor, tracking affection points for Gwen, Mavis, and that redhead mermaid who keeps pretending she doesn’t know what a phone is. It’s ridiculous and hot in a way that shouldn’t work but kinda does. The dialogue swings between dumb superhero banter and straight-up filth, and I mean that as a compliment. I’ve seen fan mods with less confidence than this game’s writing. One moment you’re negotiating “housing arrangements” for displaced heroines, next moment you’re knee-deep in a scene that makes you forget what you were even doing before the moaning started.

There’s something about the way it mixes parody and sincerity that messes with your brain. Like, you’ll be laughing at Spider-Gwen scolding you for staring too long, and then the next click she’s on her knees, and the sound design goes from goofy to… way too real. I tried playing it on the train once (don’t), and when Cammy showed up in the gym sequence I nearly dropped my phone. The sandbox part is weirdly addictive - not because of the management stuff, but because you keep unlocking new rooms and wondering who’s gonna show up next. Mavis has this scene in the shower that’s half romance, half fever dream, and I had to pause just to check if my stats were bugged or if she really said that line about “feeding on affection.”

Also, small rant: the affection meter sometimes resets if you skip too fast, and it made me lose two hours of progress with Helen Parr, which is honestly cruel because that woman’s animations deserve a medal. But yeah, I keep coming back anyway. It’s messy, horny, self-aware, and somehow the most human thing I’ve played this month.

It’s messy in a good way - the kind of game that doesn’t even pretend to be innocent. You start as some mutant guy who can’t be touched by anyone’s powers, which turns out to be the ultimate cheat code in a school full of girls who could melt steel with a kiss. Rogue’s the first one who gets curious, obviously, and it’s wild watching her go from nervous to hungry the more you mess with her. She’s used to ruining anything she touches, but here you just stand there, letting her hands slide up your shirt, breathing heavy like she’s trying to figure out if this is real. It’s filthy and kind of sweet at the same time - she trembles when you tell her she can do whatever she wants. Then she does. No fade-to-black crap, she actually does.

You keep walking around that big mutant school and somehow, every girl there wants to test what else your “immunity” can handle. Jean teasing you with telepathic whispers while Storm watches from the balcony, that kind of scene that gets under your skin because the sound design goes stupidly hard - soft moans layered with a storm outside, the wind syncing with the rhythm. I actually had to pause and collect myself once; the breathing mic work alone made me feel like someone was behind me. The animation is rough in spots, but honestly that makes it hotter. It feels all homemade, like a dirty fan project that got too good for its own joke. I even caught a clipping bug during an Ororo titfuck and didn’t care; it somehow made it more raw.

There’s corruption, sure, but not in a cartoon villain way - it’s more like watching each of them drop their guard, one slow breath after another, until the whole “hero” thing crumbles into sweat and skin. Gwen, Betsy, Jubilee, they all blur together in this fever-dream orgy where control and surrender mix like it’s the same damn thing. It’s not subtle. It’s not polite. It knows exactly what kind of fantasy it’s selling and doesn’t fake morality about it. You’ll feel a bit dirty afterwards, yeah, but probably in that satisfied kind of way where you don’t rush to close the tab right away.