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.

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.

Ayumi looks like that quiet girl on the bus you lowkey stare at and then pretend you didn’t, except here she’s a witch, futa, and basically public enemy number one. The whole thing starts with her already in deep shit, hiding in this creepy forest and trying not to get caught and burned, and I like that the game doesn’t baby you with long lore, it just throws you in the middle of her mess. One second you’re checking the trees for monsters, next second some huge-ass busty monster girl with claws is pinning you against a rock and sniffing you like you’re dinner and sex toy at same time. It’s survival but in a really horny, soft-brutal way. You’re trying to keep Ayumi alive, yeah, but also there’s this sick curiosity, like, ok, what happens if I actually lose here? And the game absolutely answers that. Sometimes too well. I opened this in another tab while pretending to type in Excel and instantly regretted not having a second monitor because the first corruption scene is way too obvious if someone walks by.

What caught me off guard is how Ayumi’s whole futa thing is treated. It’s just there. People care way more that she’s a witch than about the big cock between her legs. You get these scenes where she’s shaking from fear while some angry milf inquisitor is threatening to hurt her, and yeah, it’s intense, but at the same time you catch Ayumi getting turned on by it and you’re like girl, same, but also what the hell. There’s a corruption bar that keeps creeping up every time you let someone use her, or she masturbates when she should be hiding, or you pick the flirty option when a monster girl clearly wants to break her. I liked teasing the hell out of a certain tall, smug knight woman, having Ayumi act submissive and clingy in the dialogues, then flipping on a later route and watching Ayumi shove her against a wall and fuck her like some desperate pervert who finally snapped. The harem side grows kind of naturally, too. You start with one “ally” who is basically manipulating her, then suddenly you realize you’re half roleplaying a romance thread, half grooming your own yandere energy. I had Ayumi obsess hard on this one witch hunter with big ass and cruel smile, visiting her in scenes even when it was a bad idea, just because I wanted to see what new way she’d humiliate Ayumi this time.

The sandbox stuff is messy but in a way I kinda like. You wake up in camp, or a ruined church, or some weird forest shrine, and you decide if Ayumi goes gather herbs, sneak into town where everyone hates witches, or “check on” some girl she’s fixated on. I spent way too long just having her stalk the same milf innkeeper, watching the slow shift from awkward virgin energy to straight up sexual harassment. You talk to her, get gently rejected, then come back corrupted a bit more and suddenly your dialogue choices tilt into creepy, touching her hand too long, sniffing, staring at her cleavage, and the game doesn’t stop you. It punishes you later, kind of, but not enough to make you stop. One moment that stuck with me: Ayumi hiding behind barrels, watching two women in the bath, clearly lovers, and you can choose if she just watches and masturbates quietly or uses magic to “nudge” them, make them more rough, more needy, like she’s directing her own porn. I went full perv with the mind screw, and later when she actually meets one of them face to face, the girl acts different, broken in a subtle way, and Ayumi smiles this tiny fucked up smile. It’s hot and also a bit sick. I wish the game let Ayumi go full obsessive yandere faster, but maybe it’s better it teases it slow. If you play, don’t rush the main plot. Linger on the small scenes, the teasing, the failed escapes, the awkward handjobs given in exchange for “protection” that never really protects anything. Always push Ayumi a bit further than you think is safe. That’s where the good shit happens.

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.