You drop into this thing as some rando mutant with a grab bag of superpowers and zero self-control, and the game basically asks, “ok, which X-babe are you corrupting first?” There’s no slow build, it just kind of throws you into the mansion vibe, with Kitty sneaking around walls, Rogue acting all “don’t touch me” and then totally letting you touch her anyway if you play your cards right, and Jean pretending she’s too important for your shit while clearly not being that strong against a bit of psychic teasing. It feels like a horny sandbox fanfic that someone made interactive after scrolling through way too many hentai tabs on Chrome. In a good way. Mostly.

The whole thing runs like a messy fantasy roleplay where you’re half student, half walking sex cheat code. One moment you’re in a “training session” with Storm, and she’s lecturing you about focus and discipline, then five dialogue clicks later she’s using lightning to pin you in place while she jerks you off slow, like she’s testing how long you can last under pressure. Kitty is peak brat energy: phasing in halfway through a scene, sitting on your lap like it’s nothing, then clipping out of your grip right when you’re about to blow, just to make you chase her through the mansion corridors. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like a scene looks like it’s building to a full-on threesome and suddenly you get kicked back to wandering around again. And the UI has this tiny button in the corner that you always forget, and it hides important stuff, and somehow that annoys more than it should.

There’s this “corruption” angle that sneaks up on you. At first you flirt, goof around, maybe get a handjob from Rogue while she struggles with her powers and gloves, and it feels kind of romantic in a fucked-up way. Then you realize you’ve slowly pushed her into public blowjob territory in the Danger Room while alarms flash red and robots spawn in the background. Jean starts as the classic redhead moral compass, but give her enough psychic pressure and she goes from lecture mode to “fine, I’ll sit on your face, but only to keep you quiet” in like three visits. Storm is accidentally the best milf in the game, all strict teacher energy with that calm, heavy-ass presence. Half the time I caught myself clicking through dialogue too fast, then going back like an idiot because the teasing lines actually carry the scenes. There are monster girls and weirder mutant stuff too, like the game forgot it was an X-Men parody and wandered into hentai swamp for a while, which honestly fits. Sometimes it feels like a horny fever dream cooked up on a broken phone during a commute, other times it hits that perfect sweet spot where you’re juggling a harem of big-titted superwomen and thinking “yeah, this is exactly the kind of trash my brain wanted today.”

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.