Game starts in that slow, sweaty way where you think it will just be training and grinding stats with your sensei, and then suddenly everything goes to hell. Two royal looking bitches crash into the dojo, collars and heels and smug faces, and you barely have time to breathe before you and your teacher are chained up like trophies. The story pretends to be about “rescuing your sensei” but most of the time it feels like you are the one who keeps getting captured, toyed with, pushed around. Which is good. And horrible. And good again.

Every new zone feels like walking into another woman’s fantasy of power. One world is all silk and red curtains, older women lounging around like bored queens, judging your body with lazy eyes while they decide if you’re going to be a servant or a toy. Another one is cold stone, iron cages, boots echoing on the floor while some empress type makes you kneel just to talk to her. The game really loves that moment where a woman leans close, voice soft, and tells you exactly how small and pathetic you are, then uses your dick anyway like it is royal property. If you like being in control, you’re going to hate this. Unless you don’t. I tried to play “dominant” the first run, choosing the most defiant answers, and the game almost laughed at me. One milf slapped my choices away with a single line and pinned my arms like they were decoration, rode me like she was proving a point, then called it “training” with this mock-sweet smile that actually made my stomach twist.

The 3D models are messy in a way I ended up kind of liking. Tits are big but not all perfectly symmetrical, faces change expression mid scene in slightly off timing, physics sometimes look like they are drunk, yet it all fits this weird dream feeling. There is one empress with this strict haircut and huge chest who leans too close during interrogation and her nipple clips through the armor a bit. It annoyed me, then suddenly I could not stop staring only there, reloading the scene in incognito Chrome like a complete idiot. The adventure bits are surprisingly not lazy: walking through ruined temples, desert palaces, corrupted gardens, picking choices, losing fights on purpose because you want to see what humiliating thing they do when you fail. Combat is not deep, you mash through and then you lose or win, but the punishment scenes carry it. One of my favorite moments was getting captured by a “priestess” who looked gentle at first, then strapped me to some ritual thing and edged me while reciting sacred lines about male obedience, only letting me cum when I begged in a way she liked. Another time, an older queen made me lick the dirt from her heel before she even allowed any nudity, which felt oddly more intense than the full-on sex that came later. Not everything hits: a couple of zones feel like filler, one character just loops the same “I own you” line until it loses bite, and the pacing around the middle drags because you walk too long between scenes. But then you meet another cold eyed ruler who treats your whole heroic quest like a joke, sits on your face like you are just furniture, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed five minutes ago. The game keeps doing that. It stumbles, then grabs your hair and pulls you right back into it.

Happily married, nice house, good sex, normal life. On the surface it looks like boring vanilla couple from Instagram. Underneath, both of them are horny as hell and lowkey too curious for their own good. One day it’s just playful teasing on the couch, her sitting on his lap in those tight shorts, his hand sliding under the fabric while some Netflix trash plays in the background. Next time, she is “jokingly” sending a pic in her underwear to that fitness trainer from the gym, and you suddenly realize the game is not about simple husband fucks wife. It is about how far you let them go before everything breaks. Sometimes you control him, sometimes you control her, and sometimes it feels like you control nothing and just watch your own bad decisions catch up, like a slow car crash with big tits and messy creampies.

The nice part is how small it starts. Like, he scrolls through her phone when she is in the shower and sees some messages that are a bit too flirty. You can choose to ignore, confront, or pretend you are “cool” and play the open couple. You think, ok, I’m going for the honest, mature route, good communication and all that Reddit bullshit. Then the game slaps you with a scene where she is bent over the kitchen counter, describing how some stranger at the bar grabbed her ass and how wet it made her. The groping is not just random either, you actually see how her body reacts, how she starts to enjoy the attention, how her eyes change when another guy touches her thigh under the table. There is this one moment on a crowded rooftop party, she stands close to another man, short dress, no panties, your character sits opposite and pretends to laugh with the group. Camera angle shows her hand slowly guiding his fingers higher over her inner thigh while she keeps eye contact with you. You choose if you let it happen, stop it, or get off on watching. It feels like someone mixed voyeur porn, cheating fantasy and that “oh fuck I made a mistake” feeling into a cocktail.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. When she goes down on someone, you see tongue, spit, everything animated, her fingers digging into his thighs, him grabbing her hair. There is standard stuff like oral and vaginal, but it goes into anal and foot job territory pretty quick if you follow the more corrupt path. I actually laughed when she used her foot to stroke some guy’s cock under a restaurant table while talking about vacation plans with her husband, like this weird mix of TripAdvisor and Pornhub in one shot. And it’s not just her being used either. Sometimes she flips, pins him to the bed, rides his face, tells him when he is allowed to come, full femdom mood. In one route, she straddles him in the car, pulls his hands away when he tries to touch her tits, and makes him beg just for a handjob. Later on she lets another man finish inside her and then comes home to her husband with that “innocent” big ass bouncing on his lap, and if you chose the wrong answer before, he has no idea there is still some other guy’s cum inside her. You can get interracial scenes, shared partners, proper swinging situations where everybody pretends it’s just sex, no feelings, while the game quietly keeps track of every look and every tiny jealous reaction. It feels weirdly real at moments, like when he secretly jerks off to a video of her getting railed by someone else, hand shaking, shame and arousal fighting. And then ten minutes later there is a silly scene of her teasing him with her feet while scrolling TikTok, because this game never decides if it wants to ruin your heart or just make your dick hard.

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.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.