You slip into this game as the new professor at Beacon and the whole thing feels kind of wrong in a way that makes it hard to stop reading. It’s not shy about what it wants: you, a smug older guy with too much authority, and Ruby, older than in the show but still with that clumsy puppy energy, stuck in your classroom while you slowly bend her into something filthy. The whole thing runs on text, so there is no fancy distraction. Just words hitting you, one after another, like a slow hand creeping up a thigh. The writing starts playful, almost harmless, with dumb jokes and parodies of school rules, and then suddenly you realize you’re several choices deep into blackmailing this girl over one embarrassing incident in the training hall.

There was one scene where you “help” Ruby with her combat stance. It begins like normal tutoring, legs apart, hands on her hips, small corrections. Then the teacher voice in the text softens and turns very personal. The script pays a lot of attention to little sounds: her armor clinking when you press her against the desk, the soft “ah” when you grope a little too high, the tiny wet click when she swallows her nerves along with your threats. No need for audio, you can almost hear it anyway. And when she finally drops to her knees for “extra credit”, the text slows down, sentence by sentence, describing the way she breathes against your cock, the messy saliva strings, the muted gagging. It lingers just long enough to make you feel like a creep, then cracks a joke about grades, like it wants you to laugh at your own corruption. I kinda hated that. And liked it. Then hated that I liked it. The pace is strange like that: some scenes rush right to the good stuff, then later a simple spanking session in your office drags on forever, each smack and whimper stretched out until you feel the heat of her ass on your own palm.

The domination side is not gentle. She starts shy and stubborn, but it doesn’t take long before you’re shoving her face into the desk, pulling her hair while you push inside her, reading her humiliation thoughts in these short, guilty inner monologues. You get moments where she tries to act tough, where the humor pops back up and she cracks a joke while your hand is down her panties, but then one line cuts through, like her realizing she is actually wetter when you insult her. That part stung more than any fictional bruise. The game leans fully into male power fantasy, from groping in crowded halls, to secret anal “lessons” after class, to forcing her to masturbate for you while you just watch and grade her form like it’s homework. Sometimes the text repeats certain actions again and again, like the writer forgot they already described how tight she is, but somehow it fits the sleazy, obsessive tone. It’s messy, too horny to be elegant, full of teasing and rough sex and stupid little asides, like your character complaining about paperwork in the middle of making Ruby choke on him. And yeah, the whole school setting, the blackmail, the way her innocence gets peeled off scene by scene, it all feels like reading a dirty fanfic at 200% intensity, where every new “lesson” is just an excuse to drag her a little deeper into your bed, and her shame sounds louder in your head than any battle in the original show ever did.

The city feels cold as hell in this game, not because of the weather but because your rich-boy ass suddenly has to live like a “normal” student. Tiny dorm, cheap furniture, the kind of fluorescent light that makes your skin look like shit. You arrive there full of attitude, half annoyed, half bored, not really expecting anything except exams and maybe some boring campus sex. Then on that first lonely night you sneak out to buy snacks or whatever, and this is where everything flips. There’s this boy outside the store, skinny, layered clothes that don’t really fit, eyes a bit too sharp for someone who should be begging. Ash. He warns you about the area like he knows every dirty corner, every guy who is just waiting to drag some idiot into an alley. He should feel like a background character. He doesn’t. He feels like trouble you want to touch.

Back in the dorm you can’t stop thinking about him, which is kind of fucked because you barely know him, and also because up to now you were playing the “straight but open-minded” card in your head. You start justifying it as pity at first. He needs a place to crash. You need someone to help out with chores. Simple deal. Except when he actually stands in your doorway with his bag, the air gets so thick you almost click away from the game by reflex. He looks too pretty for “homeless guy”. Soft mouth, messy hair that looks like it should smell bad but you just imagine grabbing it. And the way he glances around your room, careful, like he’s scared to break something, that hits a weird kink. There’s this trap vibe to him too, sort of soft and androgynous, like your brain has to double check what your dick already decided. The voyeur stuff kicks in fast. Shared space, tight bathroom, shitty curtains. You catch him changing out of his layers, lean body, flat chest, a dick that doesn’t match how shy his voice sounds. You hover in the doorway too long. You look in the mirror to watch him in the shower instead of turning your head. The game knows exactly how to drag you into those moments where you “accidentally” see too much, then pretends it’s your fault.

What surprised me is how much the romance creeps up behind all the horny parts. One second you are staring at the way his underwear clings when it’s damp, the next second you feel weirdly protective because some random NPC called him a stray like he’s a dog. The choices matter in that quiet way where a simple “Do you sleep on the bed or the floor?” can snowball into him either trusting you enough to crawl under your blanket or staying politely distant. The tension is slow. You sit on the same shitty couch, shoulders almost touching, watching some dumb show on Netflix, and you feel your cursor hovering over every option that might push him just a bit closer. Sometimes he teases you, sometimes he just shrinks into himself, and there were moments where I wished the game would let me be more of an asshole but it refuses, like it is in love with its own sad puppy. The CGs are AI made, you can feel it in the smooth skin and slightly off hands, but they still hit. There’s a scene where he’s wearing your clothes, sleeves too long, dick half hard under your cheap sweatpants, eyes wet in that “I shouldn’t want this” way, and even if you hate AI art, you will stare. Sex is not fireworks, more like two lonely idiots trying stuff in a small room, touching slow, kissing like they both think it might vanish any second. It’s messy and a bit unpolished, like their first time is happening at the same speed as your own thoughts catching up to what you actually want from another guy. You might wish the city outside had more to do, more danger, more filthy encounters spying from windows or stairwells, but somehow the tiny dorm becomes its own little box of desire, where you watch him sleep, listen to his breathing, and wonder how far you can push this sweet, scared, pretty boy who keeps calling you kind while desperately grinding against your leg.

RuleUniverse feels like someone mashed Dragon Ball fanfiction, horny Twitter art and a half-finished Ren’Py project, then accidentally made it kind of addictive. You start as this lonely overachiever kid that reads like every shonen protagonist in history, then a demon scientist pops up and says, “hey, let’s stuff your body with DNA from the strongest fighters in the universe, what could go wrong.” It’s delightfully stupid in that fanfic way, but precisely because of that, it works. The game knows it’s a parody, it doesn’t try to pretend it’s “deep”, and then it suddenly throws in a line about destiny or guiding the universe and you’re like… alright, Toriyama-with-horny-mods, calm down.

The real fun is how transparently it worships its women. Bulma, Chi-Chi, Android 18, that whole legendary boob-and-ass pantheon is here, clearly shaped by someone who grew up pausing VHS at the worst places. The models are 3D and exaggerated as hell: huge tits, fat asses, those shiny anime lips that just scream “she’s going to suck him off in like two clicks.” Animated scenes actually move, not just two stiff characters rubbing like broken Sims; you get thrusting, jiggling, drool, that soft spit string when you pull out from a blowjob, all the little pervy details that tell you the dev really wanted this for themselves first. One moment you’re doing basic combat with ki blasts and energy auras, the next you’re balls-deep in Bulma in a lab, with wires and science junk in the background like that somehow makes it ethical. And the combat’s funny: it pretends to be serious, but all you’re thinking is “okay, how many fights until I unlock the next sex scene with Android 18.” Sometimes the sandbox part feels less like a “world” and more like a small playground with a fence around it, but the loops of walking around, clicking, triggering small events, slowly unlocking more lewd stuff… it scratched that same spot as old flash games I used to sneak at school on shitty browsers.

I kinda love how messy it is. The romance tries to act sentimental for a second, then five lines later you’re face-fucking a milf with magic powers while she moans like someone recorded it in a bathroom on a cheap mic. Dialog swings from “I will guide the universe” to “fuck me harder” without the slightest shame. Exploration is simple, a little repetitive, but I still kept wandering, poking every corner hoping there’s a hidden event where Chi-Chi finally snaps and rides the protagonist like he’s the last Saiyan on earth. Some text sounds like it was written at midnight by a dude half-remembering DBZ arcs from YouTube AMVs, which, honestly, is the right energy. I do wish the world reacted more to what you do, like if you bang Bulma enough, Vegeta starts showing up mad or something, but I know that kind of feature is exactly the thing that stays in the dev’s “maybe later” notes forever. Still, when you’re watching Android 18 slowly drop to her knees after you save her in a fight and she rewards you with this sloppy, animated blowjob, with her tits barely contained and that quiet smug smile when she swallows, it hits the trashy, horny, teen-power-fantasy nerve in a very specific way. It’s not elegant. It’s not smart. It’s like a wet doujin turned half-game, half-daydream, and somehow that’s exactly why it sticks.

Game looks like something a horny Unreal dev threw together on a long weekend, then accidentally made way more fun than planned. You start by offering a room to this cute friend who kinda has that “good girl but also definitely not” vibe, and from there it slowly turns into a corruption factory with boobs. It calls itself light management and yeah, it is, but it’s that sneaky kind where you think you’re just clicking through some events, and suddenly you’re min-maxing her libido, shame and obedience like it’s endgame raid content. The story drags you forward on rails, but the random events and choices are where the filth lives. One moment you’re giving her pocket money and pretending to be a nice guy, next moment you’re deciding if you use a little mind control nudge to make her forget she ever said no to showering with the door closed. It starts very tame: casual teasing, accidental boob bumps, “oops I walked in while she’s masturbating” kind of stuff. Then it shifts into groping during “massage,” handjobs while she pretends it’s just helping you relax, and that slow, evil slide into sleep sex where you stand there thinking, ok, this is fucked up, and then you click “continue” anyway.

What really works is how the superpowers are handled. They’re not big flashy nonsense, more like subtle mental edits. You dial her inhibitions down one notch at a time and watch it reflect in later scenes. Like you tell her it’s normal to walk around in just a shirt, and a few events later she’s doing it without even mentioning it, boobs bouncing while she leans over your bed to wake you up. Then you push her thing for public exposure and suddenly there’s this scene in a crowded place where you “help” her pick outfits that are not clothes, they’re basically excuses for her tits to greet society. It feels less like playing a hero and more like being a pervy system admin of her brain. Oral scenes are nice too, you can feel the progression from hesitant “I’ve never done this before” blowjob to sloppy, enthusiastic cock worship on the couch while some normal TV show is running in the background. And because the game is built around that trainer style loop, you keep getting these little variations: she jerks you off in the bathroom because she’s afraid someone might hear her sucking you, or she’s on her knees under the table, your choice if she chokes or takes it slow. There’s a harem angle starting up too, like you see the hooks: more girls dropping in, more stats to manage, more minds to bend. Management side is simple but sticky, just enough to make you plan which perversion to level first instead of brute forcing everything. Only thing that annoyed me was one specific repeat animation that pops up in different scenes with only slight changes, and now I see it in my sleep. Still clicked through it every time, so I guess the game won.

You start as this kinda ordinary dude who finally crawled out of small town life, first house, first “real” job as programmer, all that normal boring adult stuff. The game doesn’t pretend you’re some alpha porn god. You’re just a guy who got lucky with a gorgeous wife who looks like she walked out of an Instagram explore page: soft face, big tits that don’t even try to hide under clothes, ass that steals whole scenes, the kind where camera just starts orbiting her every time she bends a little. And the crazy part is, at the beginning it all feels so normal that your brain goes “ok, maybe this is just a chill romance thing”, even if you know damn well the tags on the page were screaming at you.

She’s starting her new job as a model and the way they handle that is actually kind of evil in a good way. It doesn’t hit you with hardcore stuff right away. You get these small things: her excited messages about shoots, little photos she sends you that are still kinda modest but not really, how her outfits get tighter, shorter, more “for the camera” than for real life. It’s that slow teasing, like she stands in front of you in these shorts that hug her big ass and she’s asking “how do I look?” and the game gives you options that feel useless, because whatever you say, she still goes out with that look in her eyes. There’s this one scene where she comes home smelling like a guy’s cologne you don’t use, and I felt that stupid drop in stomach like in real life when something is off, but the MC acts half in denial, half horny. That part is fucked up in a way I liked too much.

Sex scenes with her start pretty tender, like couple who still really love each other. Missionary, you touching her tits with that little hand animation, her riding you on the couch while she pretends nothing strange is happening at work. But then she lets tiny slips out. She says some phrase she clearly heard from someone else. She moves her hips different. She moans louder when you grab her ass in a way you never did before. Later there are scenes where she is on camera, and you as player are basically forced to watch. Not participation, just watching your own wife get handled, groped, her tits grabbed like they belong to the lens, not to you. The dev really likes using the camera as this third character, like you, her, and then the cold eye of the lens, recording her cheating while you sit there trying not to click “next” too fast.

What hits hardest is how the guys she works with are not cartoon villains. They’re just bigger, darker, more confident than you, treating her body like open territory. Interracial stuff just shows up like “yeah, this is happening now, deal with it”. One moment she’s telling you it’s only fashion, next moment you see her on some preview screen straddling this dude, his big hands around her waist, and you can clearly see the way her huge ass bounces on him is not acting. The game keeps humiliating you without big speeches. You get a message notification, you open it, it’s her on set, topless, laughing while some guy grabs her boobs from behind, and you can’t do anything. Sometimes you still get handjob scenes with her later, like she’s trying to comfort you with lazy strokes while clearly thinking about other stuff. That made me more annoyed than the full cheating, honestly. And it really pissed me that the MC keeps saying he trusts her, even when there’s literally sex on camera of her getting pounded. I hated him. I was him. I kept clicking anyway.

Just Bros feels like reading a horny sports manga that suddenly remembers it’s a dating sim, then forgets again, then shoves your face right back into somebody’s sweaty pecs. You start as this pretty normal guy surrounded by walking thirst traps who all pretend they’re “just bros” while very obviously checking each other out in the locker room. The writing leans hard into this fake straight energy: guys comparing bench press numbers while their towels slip a little too low, casual “no homo” comments right before they push you up against a wall and kiss you like they want to swallow your tongue. It’s not subtle. I liked that. Although sometimes I hated it. One minute the game is teasing slow romantic build up, next minute you’re bent over the shower bench having your ass pounded by a so-called “training partner” who swears it’s just a special stretch.

What surprised me a bit is how close this feels to those BL sports manga where every page is just guys sweating, arguing, then making out in a dark corner. But here, you actually pick where to hang out, who to text, and which dick you want inside you tonight. The choices don’t feel super complicated on paper, but they hit hard because the guys react like actual messy humans. I had one run where I focused on the serious muscle coach, the kind of older daddy you know smells like chalk, coffee and a bit of aftershave. I kept picking the respectful, submissive options, listening to his training plans, saying “yes sir” a lot, and suddenly he’s pushing me against the gym mirror, whispering that I belong to him now. Then my phone buzzes with a hook-up invite from the loudmouth jock I’d slept with earlier, and the jealousy scene that followed felt like something ripped straight out of a yaoi drama. He doesn’t just get pissed, he gets possessive in this hot, slightly toxic way that made me both horny and annoyed. I wanted to tell him to calm down, but also to pull my hair harder. Some routes are softer, like the shy nerdy guy who looks like he never left his dorm room except to buy protein powder. His first time scene is more “I’m shaking, please go slow” and less “ram me into the locker,” but of course I still chose “ram me into the locker.” The game lets you be gentle or a total slut, and then acts shocked when you are a total slut. The only thing that bothered me too much is how often my character ends up in the same damn bar. There are like three places in this universe apparently: gym, bar, bedroom. I kept thinking, please, just one chaotic date in a supermarket, let me get railed in the frozen food aisle or something. It never happens, and I weirdly missed that. The routes twist around more than you expect, though. One night stand you thought was just a random cock turns into a full route if you don’t ghost him, and some “main” guys can stay as occasional fuckbuddies if you push them away. It feels less clean than usual visual novels, more like you’re stumbling through a horny friend group where everyone has history and nobody uses Grindr because they already have each other on speed dial. In a way it’s kind of realistic: guys pretend to be tough, pretend it’s only bros being bros, but then one simple choice and their hands are shaking while they unzip you. I kept thinking “ok, last route, I’m done,” then I saw another beefy idiot flex on screen and clicked new game again.

This thing feels like someone peeked into a horny teenager’s brain, but then handed the controls to a guy who actually knows how to push on people’s weak spots. You start as this smug young dude in a house full of women who really should know better, and the whole “family” setup hangs over everything. At first it’s all little moments: someone in a towel that slips just a bit too low, a hug that lasts a second longer than normal, a hand that doesn’t move away fast enough on the couch. It looks innocent if you take a screenshot, but when you’re sitting there clicking and watching the body language go from stiff and annoyed to confused to “ok but don’t tell anyone,” it hits that corruption itch pretty hard. I’m poly, I like when people admit they want more than one person, but here nobody admits shit, they just slowly slide into it, like pretending it’s all an accident while you very much know it isn’t.

The 3D models actually sell it, especially the older women. One has that proper milf energy, big tits and thighs for days, with this tight dress that clings to her ass every time she bends over. The dev clearly worships curves. You get a lot of scenes that start tame, like “help her fix something,” and then somehow she’s half naked, muttering that this is wrong while not actually moving away. Stripping scenes pop up once people are more corrupted, often under some shitty excuse, like “you lost the bet” or “you need to show me you’re serious,” and the game happily lets you lean into humiliation. Blackmail shows up pretty quick too. You catch one of them masturbating, or you “accidentally” walk in when she’s changing, and boom, leverage. After that, you’re not seducing anymore, you’re pushing, and the game doesn’t hide it. There are moments where the main guy is actually sweet for three lines, then turns around and uses a photo to make someone get on their knees. I liked that, then kind of hated it, then liked it again. Sometimes female domination flips the script and she grabs your dick first, but it never lasts long before you’re back in control. What really stuck in my head was one bukkake scene in the living room, where this woman who started all shy and scared is kneeling, covered, breathing hard, staring at you like she’s both angry and turned on. While I was clicking through that I had Telegram pinging on my phone, totally forgot to answer, and when I came back I was still staring at her face thinking, “yeah, she’s not going back to being normal after this.”

Cheating is everywhere but nobody calls it that. People talk about “keeping it between us” or “this is only to help you,” meanwhile they’re riding the guy like they haven’t been fucked in years. There’s no real poly honesty here, it’s closer to a quiet sex cult growing in one house. Some scenes go all the way into sexual harassment territory, like you cornering a girl in the bathroom and not really giving her a reason to say no besides her own shame, and the game just… lets you do it. The writing jumps between kinda clumsy and surprisingly sharp; you get one nice emotional line, then three lines that sound like Google Translate on porn mode. I didn’t hate that, since English is not my first language either, it actually made it feel a bit more raw, less polished. One thing that annoyed me was how often the camera focuses on the same angle of a big ass pressed against a table and then just stays there while the text keeps going. I kept trying to scroll like on Twitter, but no, same shot, more dirty talk. Sex escalates from clumsy boob groping to full-on domination scenes with collars, spit, deepthroat, and that usual “you were a virgin but now you’re my personal toy” line that comes out of nowhere. There was a masturbation scene where one girl is lying on the bed, thinking about the guy, rubbing herself slow, then suddenly she’s moaning like she’s in a porno studio, and I actually laughed out loud, then immediately got horny again. It’s messy, morally fucked, often hot as hell, sometimes stupid, sometimes way too intense, and it feels exactly like something you’d leave open in a hidden Chrome tab and pretend you forgot.

Thief of Hearts feels like someone mashed together a heist movie and one of those horny late night VN titles you only admit playing on alt account. You start as this young guy who is way too calm about doing crime, sneaking around a flashy city that pretends to be clean while you basically fuck your way through all its dirty corners. The whole thing is built around planning robberies and at the same time slowly corrupting, teasing or straight up seducing people who should absolutely call the cops on you, but instead end up with your cock in their mouth. One moment you are checking security cameras, the next you are pressing a stacked woman against a school hallway wall, palming her huge tits while she tries to keep her voice down so no one hears how hard she is breathing. It has that vibe of “I know this is wrong, but I also really want to see what happens if I click the pervy option again.”

The school setting is used as a comfortable home base and also as a hunting ground. You get this fun contrast of doing serious planning with your crew and then walking into class to watch a shy girl pretend she does not see you checking her big ass every time she bends over her desk. There is animated stuff in the sex scenes, so when you finally push things too far, you actually see bodies move, asses bounce, lips wrap around your shaft. First time the game let me secretly watch two characters going at it in a locker room, I just sat there with that dumb grin like “ah, ok, we are doing voyeurism properly.” You can jerk off while spying on them, or wait and use what you saw to blackmail them later. It is fucked up, but also kind of hot how the story keeps mixing moral choice with “do you want to cum again?” The family angle sits right in that line too: you come home from a job and there is this milf relative in tight clothes, huge tits barely staying inside, bending to clean something and you get a dialogue option that is clearly not what a normal person should pick. You go from “innocent” hugs to fingers sliding under her clothes, to her on your lap, grinding slowly while pretending this is still just “comfort.” The game treats incest like another forbidden treasure to steal, not some big dramatic plot. It just quietly escalates until you are fucking her hard on the couch with her moaning your name and trying not to say the word that actually defines your relation.

Sex variety is solid and also a bit rude in a good way. There is teasing everywhere. Characters lean over your desk so their cleavage fills the whole screen, or “accidentally” press their ass on your crotch in a crowded bus, and you can either act cool or start groping, slipping your hand under skirts or inside tight jeans. Group scenes show up once your little team of specialists stops being just professionals and starts acting like horny thieves who celebrate every successful job with bodies instead of champagne. At one point I had two girls on their knees, taking turns with a messy blowjob while another sat on my face, grinding and losing control. Handjobs happen casually, like someone helping you “relax before the mission,” and then they suddenly pull your pants down and slide you inside, turning it into full on vaginal sex without much warning. There is stripping where a character starts just teasing, slowly removing clothes while you pick how rough or gentle you talk to her, and if you push the right buttons she ends up naked on the table, legs open, fingers working her clit while you watch, before you finally move in. The game pretends to care if you are a lone wolf or team player, but honestly I kept picking whatever choice looked like it would give more skin. It still somehow feels like a real heist story though, with tension and backstabbing and all that, only in this version everyone has a big ass, big tits, and half the important conversations end with somebody cumming.

Moonlight throws you into this dirty, glossy future where everyone pretends they’re happy because their brain is on a leash. Neural implants drip little shots of pleasure in your head while an app rents out your meat-suit to whatever corpo wants a warm body. It sounds ridiculous but it feels… too close. You’re this burnt-out detective with more regrets than friends, poking around a death that smells like murder but is written up as “unfortunate malfunction”. Classic. Except here the corpse has an implant history that doesn’t add up, a porn subscription tied to a dead identity, and an ex who cries like she’s rehearsed but still clutches his jacket like a real widow. The game keeps you in that sweet spot where you’re never sure if people are lying or if the tech is lying for them. Also there is so much teasing it’s almost rude. One moment you’re going through encrypted chat logs, next moment a milf corporate handler is leaning over your shoulder, blouse half open, casually asking whether you’ve ever tried orgasm lock with a neural override. The flirting keeps cutting through the bleakness in a way that feels very queer to me, like everyone is using horniness as armor. I relate too much probably.

Sex scenes don’t come flying at you every two clicks, they crawl up slowly, like bad decisions at a bar. You talk, you joke, you push someone too hard in an interrogation, they push back, things snap. I had one scene where I was questioning this older lab tech, soft belly, tired eyes, very “I have seen some shit”. We start arguing about consent when your body is on remote control, and suddenly she’s grabbing the collar of your coat, pressing you against a sterile glass wall, telling you she wants to feel a real tongue, not a programmed rhythm. The game lets you decide if you go down on her right there among the humming machines while security cameras pretend to sleep, or if you pull away and keep playing the noble asshole. The animation sells it in a very unpolished way; sometimes the lips clip a bit or the angles look too porn-hub, but honestly it kind of fits. It feels like underground smut recorded in a shitty rented apartment, not some corpo-funded sex sim. There’s blood too, real rough stuff. One route turned into a total mess when the guy I was tailing got his implant fried right in front of me, smoke out of his nose, body twitching on the ground while my character is still half hard from a blowjob in the alley five minutes before. It’s uncomfortable and hot and confusing, and the writing never stops to hold your hand and tell you how to feel. Queer vibe shows up more in the edges than in labels: guys checking you out in clubs, women in sharp suits who don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you can keep up, trauma and desire tangled together. Some romance paths clearly want you to think they’re soft and wholesome, then they will turn around and ask you to choke them while they’re jacked into a virtual beach. And I swear the text messages you get on your in-game phone remind me of my ex who used to sext from the metro, like there is this messy, non-perfect English in some lines that actually hits very close to home for me as a non native speaker. Nothing feels translated for a straight American audience, just tossed at you to deal with. It’s horny, fucked up, a bit clunky, and somehow that makes it more honest.