This thing feels like somebody watched X‑Men, got horny, forgot half the lore, and then decided the world needed a “become the most broken mutant fuckboy alive” simulator on mobile. You drop in as this random mutant dude who clearly skipped Professor Xavier’s ethics class and went straight to “how do I turn every powered woman on campus into my personal harem.” And it kinda works, which is the scary part. One moment you’re arguing with a redhead about training, next moment the camera is glued to her tits while she’s pretending she’s mad at you and still giving you a handjob in a locker room like this is totally normal part of the Danger Room schedule. The game doesn’t even try to hide that it’s about you corrupting the heroines, it just leans into it with a smug grin, like “yes, obviously you’re here to see Storm act like a strict milf and then melt the second you push the right dialogue button.”

The sandbox flow is messy in good way and annoying in stupid way. You just wander around this “school” that looks suspiciously like a dating app hub, poking at icons, triggering scenes. One tap you’re teasing Kitty, who phases through walls and still can’t phase out of being thirsty for your attention, next tap you’re stuck in some fetch quest that pretends to be “adventure” but is basically you running around so the game has an excuse to show you Jean Grey stretching in skin‑tight clothes. Her ass is frankly a war crime. Half of the fun is just seeing which version of each girl you get that day: slightly annoyed, openly horny, pretending to be your mentor while clearly checking out your package, or straight up corrupted and begging you to use your powers on her again. Sometimes it feels dirty in that good hentai way, sometimes it just feels like the dev had one braincell screaming “big tits + superpowers = genius” and never questioned it. Crazy thing, it kinda works. Scenes jump from cute teasing to hardcore corruption vibe with zero warning. One second Jean is acting all heroic, next she’s offering you a “private lesson” and sitting on your lap, rubbing herself on you while she talks about responsibility like that’s not the funniest shit.

What surprised me is how often you just sit there watching them try to act like real characters in a world that is absolutely not built for real characters. Storm acts like a queen, talks like a goddess, and then lets you pin her against a window because you said the right flirty line three choices ago. Kitty plays the shy kitty girl thing hard, then suddenly switches to “okay fine I’ll just jerk you off in this storage closet but only to shut you up” and then clearly enjoys every second. There’s corruption, but not just the usual “click button, she becomes slut” stuff. It’s slow, sometimes clumsy, kinda hot in a trashy way. You push boundaries, test their morals, push again, watch them fold. And the game is constantly winking at you, like it knows it’s a parody of superhero stuff but also doesn’t care about getting it right. Jean’s powers? Whatever. Physics? Who cares. Continuity? Forget it. One scene she acts like she barely knows you, next scene she’s grinding on you in a shower talking like you’ve been fucking for months. I got mildly annoyed that lip sync never matches the dirty talk in my head, but then Kitty moaned my character’s name in this half‑broken way and I forgot what I was even complaining about. The whole thing is horny nonsense, but it’s shameless, and kinda that’s the point.

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.