There’s something dirty and oddly charming about how this game throws you into the Star Wars universe and just says, “Yeah, screw the rules, you’re in charge now.” It’s not subtle, not elegant, and that’s the fun of it. You play this nameless guy - could be a smuggler, could be a fallen Jedi, doesn’t matter - and you’re basically collecting some of the galaxy’s most famous women. Ahsoka, Padmé, Bo-Katan, Aayla… they all end up in your orbit, and none of them are safe from your hands, or mouth, or whatever toys you decide to use. It’s rough, messy, and surprisingly story-driven for something that’s mostly about who’s getting fucked next. The dialogue swings between dark humor and raw lust, like someone writing fanfiction at 3 drinks in. Sometimes it’s cringe, sometimes it’s hot as hell. Both work.

The scenes don’t hold back either. You’ll go from a teasing handjob in a dim cell to a full-on group session that feels like a twisted Jedi Council meeting gone sexual. There’s this one bit with Barriss that starts all defiant - she spits at you, all attitude - and ends with her begging for more while you’ve got her bent over the interrogation table. The sound design makes it even filthier than it should be. I swear whoever did the moans knew exactly what they were doing. And the whole domination angle? It’s heavy but not cartoonish. You can tell the devs actually wanted the power dynamic to feel intense, not just checkbox kinky.

I kept expecting the fantasy to break, for it to feel too game-y or fake, but somehow it doesn’t. The mix of control, humiliation, and that weird sense of ownership over these iconic women - it’s disturbing and erotic in equal measure. You might feel guilty for enjoying it, but that’s part of the kick. The galaxy’s never looked this depraved, and honestly, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

It’s ridiculous, really - Fry crash-lands among yellow people and the first thing I notice is how the lighting in Moe’s bar makes everyone look like melted butter. That’s not a complaint, by the way, it’s kinda hot. The game starts off pretending to care about Fry’s “mission” or whatever, but everyone knows it’s about catching those awkward glances through half-open doors. You know that guilty thrill when you’re watching something you shouldn’t but can’t stop anyway? That’s the whole mood. I spent too long peeking at Marge cleaning up with that slow, bored face, and boom - there’s a toy lying around that definitely isn’t for cleaning. Then Homer walks in and I swear he stares at it like it owes him money. Anyway. The humor is nasty in a way I didn’t expect: cheap but confident, like it *knows* you’re gonna laugh right before doing something pervy.

It tricks you with “rpg” talk but it’s less about grinding stats and more about grinding, well, you know. One second I’m fiddling with an inventory full of… creative gadgets, next I’m accidentally triggering a voyeur sequence with Shauna and it’s both funny and embarrassingly detailed. The sort of scene you’d alt-tab from if anyone walked by, but also the one you’d think about while pretending to scroll Instagram later. What gets me is how Fry reacts; he’s equal parts idiot and horny philosopher, muttering about destiny while fumbling with something that buzzes. It’s peak absurdity, but somehow it fits this crossover chaos between Futurama and Springfield.

I keep telling myself the “writing” is what I like - the dumb jokes about quantum teleportation and Meg Griffin’s cameo that somehow spirals into a weird morality lesson (don’t ask what kind) - but nah, I’m lying to myself. It’s messy, dumb, sometimes too self-aware, but I don’t stop playing. The sandbox setup means half the fun is doing things out of order just to watch characters react like they remember last night’s mistakes. Sometimes they even mention you. That’s the part that kinda freaked me out. Maybe that’s the point: voyeurism isn’t about watching - it’s about getting caught.

Quiet Hogwarts, snow outside, fire crackling, and you’re not sneaking around under an invisibility cloak for once. You’re just… stuck in the library with Hermione over Christmas, pretending to study while both of you are clearly thinking about anything but homework. The game drops you right into an already serious relationship with her, which I liked a lot more than the usual “stranger meets witch, dick out immediately” vibe. She already knows your habits, calls you out on your bullshit, and still blushes when you lean in too close. It feels like you’re reading fanfic that finally stopped being shy and grew some balls. One moment she’s correcting your notes, next moment she’s pressing that stupidly tight sweater against your arm and the conversation just quietly shifts from “Ancient Runes” to “how wet can I get from you whispering in my ear.” No big explosion, just a slow slip from wholesome to filthy. Harry would lose his mind if he saw half of it, which makes it even better.

The art is this AI-touched 2D style that sometimes looks perfect and then in the very next scene Hermione’s hair decides gravity is optional and her hand is doing something weird in the background. Her ass, though, holy shit. Whoever tuned the prompts for that deserves a medal. Every time she leans over a desk or sits on your lap, it’s like the whole screen is just curves and stockings. Her tits are big, soft-looking, but not stupid balloon size, and the game is not shy about putting your face between them. One scene had her trying to keep reading while you kiss down her neck, and the way her expression flickers between “must focus” and “please just fuck me on this chair already” actually felt way more intimate than the later full-on oral scene. That one is pretty detailed too, with her on her knees between your legs, hair a mess, hand around your shaft while she looks up for approval like she secretly loves being a little slut just for you, but the build up is what sells it. Sometimes the text goes a bit too purple, then suddenly swings back to very blunt “she wraps her lips around your cock” and it feels like the writer got horny and forgot about style. Honestly, relatable.

What surprised me was Luna showing up. She kind of drifts into the story like she wandered out of the wrong book, talking in that spaced-out way, and the whole mood shifts. Not exactly a love triangle, more like she gently pokes at your bond with Hermione, asking these weirdly sharp questions while smiling like she knows way more than she says. There’s this scene where she finds you and Hermione in a quiet corridor after you two clearly just finished fucking, Hermione’s hair wrecked, your shirt half open, and Luna just tilts her head and says something like, “Research went well, I see.” No judgment, just curious. Depending on the choices, you can lean into that tension or keep it sweet, and I’m still not sure which way I liked more, because Hermione getting possessive is hot as hell, but Luna’s dreamy curiosity hits a different nerve. The branching is there, not huge, but enough that I actually reloaded a couple times on my phone between Telegram messages, trying different answers. There’s romance, there’s proper vaginal fucking on a library table that really should not be allowed, there’s messy, needy oral under a blanket while snow falls outside the window, and somewhere in the middle of all that smut you realise you actually care about these two idiots and their little holiday bubble. It’s cozy, horny, occasionally janky, and honestly I wouldn’t change that. Let it stay a bit messy. Feels more like you caught them in a real, dirty Christmas week instead of some perfect fantasy postcard.

Millie's got that thicc demon energy that hits different when you're supposedly dead but somehow hornier than ever. This Helluva Boss parody throws you into Hell's most dysfunctional assassination company where the mystery of your own demise takes backseat to getting spanked by cartoon demon girls with impossibly round asses. The whole "solve your death" plotline? Yeah, that gets real fuzzy when Mildred's bent over showing off assets that defy both physics and good taste.

What starts as detective work quickly devolves into pure horniness wrapped in familiar red-skinned characters doing things Vivienne Medrano definitely didn't approve for cable. The paranormal elements feel more like convenient excuses to get freaky with monster girls who somehow make being dead seem like the best career move you never made. Male protagonist stumbles through Hell like he's got permanent brain fog, which honestly tracks when every demon chick is packing heat in all the right places. The cheating mechanics add this weird guilt layer that shouldn't work but absolutely does - nothing says "I'm investigating my mysterious death" quite like raw-dogging your way through the entire I.M.P. roster.

The spanking scenes hit with that cartoon physics energy where asses jiggle like they're made of premium jello, and honestly? The 2D art style works better for this kind of degenerate content than any realistic approach could. Helluva Game knows exactly what it is - shameless fan service disguised as mystery solving, where the real mystery becomes how many demon girls you can corrupt before remembering you're supposed to be dead. The parody elements nail that irreverent Helluva Boss humor while cranking the sexual tension to levels that would make Blitzo blush. Sure, the plot about your death exists somewhere in there, but good luck caring when Millie's teaching you new definitions of "workplace harassment."