Jedi Corruption feels like someone smashed a horny fanfic and a cheap Ren’Py project together, then forgot to clean it up, and honestly that kind of works. You play as Larry Skywalker, yeah, Larry, the “totally canon” Jedi Master who is basically Luke’s degenerate cousin that got left out of the movies for obvious reasons. He’s supposed to be this wise mentor, but from the first scene he’s already plotting how to twist Rey’s mind, not about the Force, but about how good it feels to wrap her soft Jedi hands around his cock. The game doesn’t pretend to be noble at all. You’re not saving the galaxy. You’re poking at Rey’s morals until they collapse and watching her fall from “I’m a good girl of the Light Side” into a brain-melted, cum-drunk slut who can’t remember what side she’s on unless it’s the underside of you.

Story structure is simple but kinda addicting. You talk to Rey, choose some dialog options, and each time you’re nudging her a bit closer to the edge. At first she argues, crosses her arms, gives you that pissed-off Rey face like in the movies, but there’s this slow shift as your corruption builds. One moment she’s lecturing about balance and control, next moment she’s “training” by jerking you off in a storage room on the Falcon, muttering that it’s just a lesson about patience while clearly stroking way too eagerly. The fun part is seeing the same scenes replay with different attitude: early route Rey gives angry eye contact during a handjob like she wants to choke you with the Force, later route Rey has this spaced-out stare, drool at the corner of her lips, like her brain’s half gone and the only Jedi code she remembers is “Master’s cock first, questions later.”

There’s a whole focus on mind break that the game leans into, not subtle at all. Light hypnosis talk, gaslighting, and classic “you’re doing this for the greater good” lines coming from Larry while he guides her hand or presses her bare foot on his shaft. The footjob scenes are weirdly specific. You can tell the dev really loves toes. You get angles where her soles are pressed together around you, or she’s using the Force to move little objects while lazily rubbing you with one foot like it’s a casual habit now. One time she tries to keep her Jedi meditation pose while you push her feet together and she actually apologizes for losing focus when she moans. That was the moment it clicked that she’s not the hero of this story anymore, just your toy that still thinks she’s on some spiritual journey.

Larry himself is written like a sleazy mix of Sith and burnout uncle. Sometimes he talks like a proper Jedi Master, lecturing about attachment and self-control. Two clicks later he’s praising Rey for “letting go” while she’s kneeling in front of him, cum on her tongue, eyes empty. The game kind of forgets Luke exists, except for one scene where Larry throws some shade about how Luke wasted his potential on hope and redemption instead of training cute pupils to be obedient cockwarmers. Totally wrong, obviously Luke did that in Episode 12 or something, I must’ve missed that Disney+ show. It’s that sort of half-serious parody vibe where Star Wars lore is just a background excuse for porn. Sometimes it’s hilarious, sometimes it feels like the dev was tabbed out on Reddit shitposts and then came back to write another scene.

There’s this one annoying thing: the pacing of the corruption can jump weirdly. One choice she’s still resisting, next one she’s doing a full service footjob like she practiced on Pornhub for years. Would be nice if there were more in-between “almost broken” moments, where she slips and then snaps back, but that’s probably never changing, feels baked into how the game is written. Some dialog also reads like it was machine-translated from some other language, which is kind of ironic since I’m writing like that on purpose here. But the unpolished vibe actually adds charm. You feel like you’re snooping on someone’s dirty personal project, not some polished Patreon monster. When Rey finally starts begging for your cock as if it’s the Force itself, whispering “Master, I need it to feel whole” while she strokes you clumsily with both hands and presses your tip between her toes like a pervert little ritual, the game fully embraces that porn-brain fantasy of ruining the trilogy heroine until she’s just Larry’s broken little apprentice.

Does it go too far? Not really. It doesn’t go far enough.

I’m typing this from my office with Slack open in the other window, pretending I’m editing a spreadsheet while actually replaying dialogue in my head from this filthy little space VN. The Pilot drops you straight into being this hotshot rebel pilot who’s supposed to be all “serious war hero”, but let’s be real: the only thing I cared about after ten minutes was how fast I could piss off command and end up alone in a hangar with a certain green-skinned Twi’lek captain and an overly curious blue asari scientist. It’s like someone smashed Mass Effect and Star Wars together in a horny blender, then forgot to clean the mess, and I mean that as a compliment and an insult at the same time. Sometimes the story hits surprisingly hard, then one click later you’re choosing if you want to make a snarky remark while your pants are already suspiciously tight.

What really got me is how the game pretends to be this deep moral journey, with “freedom” and “truth” and all that big talk, but every time I had a big choice my brain went: “Ok but which path gets me naked alien sooner.” There’s a scene early where you’re in the cockpit, stars stretching by, your ship half broken, and Liara-style blue girl is on the comm trying to “run a scan” on you. Dialogue goes from professional to horny in like three lines. I clicked the flirty answer just to see what happens and suddenly she’s talking about how human pilots have “excellent physical stamina” and I’m sitting at my desk pretending to cough so no one hears me laugh. Then later, when you finally meet her in person, the game pulls this slow build, real sci-fi nerd chat about relics and ancient tech, and I’m thinking, wow, pretty solid lore here actually, then the camera just hard-zooms on her tits and my brain resets. It’s dumb. I loved it. I hated that I loved it. Then I loved that I hated that I loved it. Anyway.

The best part for me is when you’re stuck between the blue archaeologist type and the Twi’lek pilot who very clearly could fly a fighter better than you even while riding your dick. There’s a mission briefing where Hera style lady is all business, talking strategy, but the CG keeps slipping her top a bit too low, lekku almost brushing your shoulder. You can choose the professional reply, sure, but if you pick the more cocky option she gives you this look that basically says “I’m going to ride you after the mission, if you survive.” Then the game actually makes you play out that survival, with choices that feel like they matter in the moment, but in the back of your mind you’re thinking, “If I fuck up here do I lose the scene where she pins me to the bunk and uses me like a joystick?” Also there is this tiny thing that drove me crazy: one of the cockpit buttons is labelled in a way that absolutely no pilot would ever use, like “Aux Thruster Button 2” or something stupid, and I stared at it every time it appeared and it pulled me out of the mood for two seconds, then alien boobs appeared and I forgot again. The game is horny, clumsy, surprisingly emotional in random spots, and full of those “shit, I shouldn’t have picked that answer but damn that was hot” moments that you remember later when you’re trying to focus in a Teams meeting.

This one feels like some horny nerd finally snapped during a Star Wars marathon and said, “fuck it, I’m making my own space porn.” You’re basically a scruffy nobody drifting around a very familiar galaxy that is totally not copyrighted, trying to make money, pull jobs, and slowly corrupt a bunch of Jedi girls who should absolutely not be alone with you in a locked room. There’s this cheap smuggler vibe to everything: backwater cantinas, shitty little side deals, coded messages, passwords that look like they were scribbled on a napkin after too much beer. Half the time I felt like I was playing some cracked version a friend sent on Discord, even though it’s just how the game is written. That ugly charm kind of works. You’re not a hero, you’re not a chosen one, you’re a guy who figures out you can push people with the Force and also push their morals until they start doing filthy things for you. Star Wars fantasy, but not the “save the galaxy” one, the “fuck the galaxy” one.

The girls are the real point, of course. They start off with that clean Jedi attitude, calm and moral and all that, then you grind their resistance down with training scenes, stupid errands, and those awkward “meditation” sessions that are 10 percent philosophy and 90 percent “oops I touched your thigh again.” Those CG scenes are where the game stops pretending and just goes full-on hentai brain: robes sliding open, lightsabers forgotten, a lot of messy facial expressions where they clearly don’t know if they should be ashamed or just moan louder. There is this moment early on when you finally get one of them alone in your ship’s crappy little cabin after doing some scam with a smuggler password, and she’s acting all formal, standing straight, talking about “discipline,” and you realize the dialogue wheel quietly shifted from teacher mode to “make her strip for ‘focus’ practice.” It’s ridiculous, and also hot, and also morally awful, and the game never really pretends it’s anything else. Sometimes it even throws you these awkward choices like, “Do you respect her boundaries” next to “Use the Force to make her horny,” and you already know what kind of game you clicked, so yeah.

There’s a nice little thrill when you punch in some code like INDIANATK or whisper a word like Nispack to the right shady character and suddenly a door opens, a new CG set unlocks, or a Jedi girl “accidentally” loses her top during a sparring session. It feels like cheating on a test you didn’t study for. The pacing is weird as hell: you might spend forever talking, grinding a bit of money, bouncing between planets, then bam, one scene where you have her kneeling between your legs in a dimly lit cargo hold, trying not to be heard by the crew. Then it cools down again and you’re stuck clicking through dialogue like some horny accountant. I wish the smuggler side of the game had more bite. You keep hearing about shady deals and dangerous runs, but most of the time it’s just menu choices and the occasional “job success” line, and then you’re back to seducing space nuns with fancy swords. But then again, I opened it for porn, not space economics, so maybe that’s fine. The whole thing feels half trashy fanfic, half dirty little puzzle about how far you can push a Jedi before she starts begging you to use the Force on her in ways the council would absolutely not approve. It’s crude, unpolished, and kind of exactly what it wants to be.