Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.

Beast Boy's always been the comic relief of the Titans, right? Well, this visual novel takes that green shapeshifter and throws him into situations where his animal instincts aren't exactly PG-rated anymore. The whole "embracing his animal side" thing gets pretty literal when you're making choices about how far he'll push his powers with the ladies around him. And by ladies, I mean basically every female character from DC you can think of - Harley Quinn's there doing her crazy thing, Supergirl's got that innocent act going until she doesn't, and don't even get me started on what happens when Poison Ivy shows up. The corruption mechanics work through Beast Boy's transformations, where different animal forms unlock different... let's call them "interaction options" with each character.

What caught me off guard was how the game handles the power dynamics. Sometimes Beast Boy's the one calling the shots, using his abilities to get what he wants, but then you'll hit a scene where someone like Catwoman flips the script entirely and suddenly he's the one getting dominated. The lactation scenes with Power Girl were completely unexpected - like, who thought of that combination? But somehow it works in this weird universe they've created. The AI-generated artwork is hit or miss though, sometimes the proportions get absolutely ridiculous even by comic book standards, and Beast Boy's face occasionally looks like he's having an existential crisis mid-transformation.

The multiple endings thing is where it gets interesting because your choices about which animal forms to use actually matter for the story branches. Go full predator mode and you get the darker corruption routes, stick to gentler animals and you unlock the more romantic paths. Though honestly, the line between "romantic" and "completely fucked up" gets pretty blurry when tentacles are involved. The Raven storyline especially goes places that made me question my own kinks, but in a good way? Maybe? Look, if you're into transformation stuff and DC parodies, just prepare for some wild rides.

Thunder stopped and the story starts after that, with you as this kid from the gutter who swings a sword way better than he knows how to talk to anyone. The setting is that Far East fantasy type thing: wooden roofs, smoky streets, silk robes, and then some noble lady with huge tits walking past like you don’t exist. You’re a warrior-in-training, not some chosen one, just a guy who got lucky and found a grumpy old war hero willing to beat techniques into your body until everything hurts in a good way. The game opens on what feels like a small job: run an errand, play bodyguard, check some shady district. Next thing, you’re in the middle of politics, demons, and a whole lot of ass you probably shouldn’t be staring at while you’re technically on duty. You go from dirt streets and cheap booze to palaces where every corridor hides some MILF trying to handle her “stress” in private, and you’re just there, armor half on, cock half hard, trying to remember the actual mission.

What I like is how your status really matters. People from your old caste still treat you like “one of us,” tossing you little secrets in alleys, while the nobles look at you like a tool and then immediately start undressing you with their eyes once they see how you move in a fight. There’s this scene early on where you escort a highborn woman through the city after some monster scare. You cut down a creature, blood on your face, she sees that and suddenly the way she talks to you flips. First she’s acting all proper, then in the carriage her robes slip, and she “accidentally” presses your hand right into her massive soft chest. The game doesn’t rush to the sex there, which almost annoyed me, but later in her private bathhouse, she calls you in “for protection,” and the whole thing explodes into this slow, wet, “I shouldn’t be doing this with a common-born warrior” kind of fuck. Her ass in the water, tits floating, you pin her against the stone while she’s still trying to keep her noble tone, failing completely when you shove inside her and she moans way too loud for a lady of the court.

It’s a lot of that contrast: one moment battlefield, the next moment you’re banging someone against a training dummy while lanterns swing around. The older women hit different here, too. There’s a warrior woman who fought in the same war as your master, body thick with muscle and age, ass like it was built to be grabbed in armor and out of it. She trains you, throws you on the ground, then ends up on top of you in this “grappling practice” that turns into her grinding down on your hard-on. She teases you for being young, but she’s the one riding you like she’s been starved for years, sweat dripping off her tits onto your chest. Then later, in the poor district, there’s this tiny shrine house where a so-called “respectable” wife is secretly praying for her husband’s death so she can crawl into your lap. You pull her kimono off and her body does not match the quiet good-girl act at all, curves everywhere, nipples hard before you even touch them, her ass shaking while you pound her from behind and she tries to keep her voice down because neighbors. Sex scenes feel like you’re clawing your way into a world that never planned to let you in, with your cock doing half the social climbing. And yeah, sometimes the pacing between these scenes and the “serious” plot jumps weird and makes you go “wait, how did I get from planning a patrol to balls-deep in this woman again,” but honestly, that kind of messy chaos fits a story about a nobody warrior suddenly thrown into power, tits, and danger all at once.

Summer in this game feels like that sticky week in August where everything is boring as hell, you’re scrolling on your phone, refreshing the same three apps, and suddenly you start noticing how your foster mom bends over in the kitchen. It plays right in that lazy suburb vibe: hot air, cheap fan, squeaky floor, and everyone in the house pretending to be normal while their clothes keep getting shorter. You’re the guy stuck in the middle of it, doing fake “quests” to make yourself feel productive while your eyes keep wandering to tits and asses you’re not really supposed to stare at. Of course you stare anyway. The game knows that. It pushes you toward it, slowly, like that first time you hovered too long over someone’s Instagram story, zooming in on the bikini shot.

What I liked is how regular moments get horny for no good reason. You wake up, walk to the kitchen, foster mom is there in a thin tank top with no bra, nipples poking through, and she just “forgets” to notice you’re basically eye-level with her chest when she leans down. The foster sister lounges on the couch in tiny shorts, legs open a bit too much, scrolling TikTok, pretending your gaze doesn’t turn her on. You get small scenes where you “help” her put sunscreen on by the backyard pool and your hand just stays on her ass a little longer, fingers sliding too close, and she shivers and pretends it’s just the wind. The voyeur stuff hits good too: passing by half open doors, catching her taking a selfie in the mirror with her tits pushed together, or seeing foster mom in the shower through fogged glass, hand between her legs, thinking no one is watching. Except you are. You always are. Sometimes the game makes you wait, which is annoying and kind of hot at the same time.

The lewd scenes themselves feel like a teenager’s fever dream that accidentally grew up a little. Handjobs on the couch while the TV is on, her stroking you under a blanket while the sound of some dumb sitcom laughs in the background. Big tits filling the screen when she “teaches” you how to relax, wrapping her fingers around your cock, slow and sloppy, eyes locked on yours like this is just another part of family life. There’s a bit with foster mom bending over to pick something up and if you played smart before, you can step closer, grab her hips from behind, let her feel how hard you are through your shorts. She pretends to resist for half a second, then pushes her ass back into you in this slow, greedy grind. And yeah, the asses here are exactly what the tags promise: big, bouncy, the kind that jiggles when you smack it and keeps jiggling a second too long. Sometimes the pacing drags, sometimes the dialogue feels like it was written by a horny guy who discovered Google Translate, but it sort of matches the messy, not-quite-right vibe of a foster family that suddenly feels way too intimate for comfort. It’s like being trapped in a long, endless, way-too-sexual summer, where every glance is a test and every “innocent” touch can turn into something you absolutely shouldn’t be doing, but do anyway.