Matthew is a bit of a mess, and honestly that makes him hot in a weird way. Fresh grad, no clue what to do, absolutely overwhelmed by daddy issues and pressure, then suddenly you drop into his head like some horny guardian angel with an agenda. You’re not just clicking through his story, you’re literally steering his thoughts, poking at his fears, dangling pleasure in front of him like a carrot while the whole “save humanity” thing sits in the background going hello, remember me. One moment you’re having a serious talk with him about what it even means to choose something freely, next moment you’re pushing him to say yes to a girl who is clearly trouble, just because you want to see how far he’ll go when his dick is making the decisions instead of his brain.

The sci‑fi angle isn’t just some lasers and space wallpaper either, it feels more like you’re a strange higher being that can be both kind and a complete bastard at the same time. You flirt with him without ever really being on screen, which is kinda fucked up and kinda hot. Telling him “trust me” while you line him up for a threesome, watching him hesitate, then finally give in and grab those hips like he’s been starving his whole life. The sex scenes go from tender “I want you to feel safe” to full on “shut up and take it” pretty fast if you push him there. There’s this one moment where you convince him that relaxing is part of the mission, and he ends up with a girl riding him slow on the couch while the TV shows news about the world going to shit. He’s moaning, sweat on his chest, and in the corner the headline is literally talking about collapse. That contrast sticks in the head more than any cheap porn loop.

Not everything hits perfect though. Sometimes he overthinks in huge text blocks when all you want is to pull someone’s panties aside and get on with it. There’s a choice where you just want to say “yeah sure, let’s fuck”, but the option is written like some philosophy homework and you kind of roll your eyes. Still, when the visuals line up just right, the bodies look good enough that you forget you were annoyed five seconds ago. I liked how some of the girls don’t instantly act like brainless sex toys, they argue, they doubt, and when you finally talk Matthew into crossing a line with them, it feels dirty in a very human way. You watch him slide a hand under a shirt, fingers brushing nipple, her breathing changing, and in the back of your mind you know this might screw up his future, his morals, his “save the world” plan, but you press continue anyway. And that tiny guilt mixed with arousal, that’s where this game actually gets interesting. It’s not just about how many positions you can unlock, it’s about you slowly realizing you’re enjoying breaking this boy while pretending to guide him. Which, to be honest, says as much about the player as it does about poor Matthew.

Bad day at work, opened this on my phone on the train, and suddenly my “just one scene” turned into me staring at thick asses and fake-innocent smiles while some bullied loser tries to fix his whole life with his dick and a few punches. It starts super basic: weak guy, school crap, bullies, lonely room, cheap phone, horny brain. You’ve seen it before. Except here, the girls actually feel like trouble. The first time that stacked teacher leans over the desk, her blouse barely holding those heavy tits, and she pretends she doesn’t notice your eyes glued to her cleavage? I actually paused, zoomed in like a pervert, then kept going. She’s the kind who scolds you about grades with that sweet voice, then lets her hand “accidentally” slide over your thigh and stay there a bit too long.

The game really likes slow build teasing. You’re not some sex god at the start, you’re this sad kid people push around in the hallway. Then one of the milfs gives you just a bit of kindness, sits too close on the couch, presses her huge ass on your leg, and suddenly you’re getting your first awkward handjob while she tells you to keep quiet because someone might walk in. She wraps her fingers around you and strokes so damn slow you want to scream, licking her lips like she’s thinking about more but holding back. Later on she stops holding back. There is this scene where she pulls you into a storage room, locks the door, kneels down in front of you, and starts sucking you while class is literally going on next door. Her lips slide down, tongue circling the tip, mascara a bit messy, you grabbing her hair without thinking. She chokes a little, looks up at you with wet eyes and a smug smile like “see, you’re not weak anymore.” That part stuck in my head the whole day, even when I was pretending to answer Slack messages.

But the game is kinda mean too. It keeps dangling thick thighs and big asses in your face, then cuts to fights, drama, training, whatever. One moment you’re buried between a girl’s tits, motorboating while she laughs and squeezes them around your cock, next moment you’re forced into some macho “prove your strength” scene. I actually hate the protagonist sometimes, he’s pathetic and hot at same time. When the popular girl with the tight skirt bends over in front of you in the empty classroom, you see her panties ride up between those cheeks, and instead of fucking her on the spot, you just… freeze. Later though, after you toughen up a bit, there’s this revenge kind of vibe: you pin her against the wall, her leg hooked around your hip, her ass bouncing against you with every thrust while she bites your shoulder to keep from screaming. She was teasing you for so long, and now she’s the one begging you not to stop. It’s messy, it’s horny, it’s absolutely not subtle, and I still keep it installed on my phone even though I swear every week I’m done with hentai games.

Empire of Heroes looks like somebody smashed Pornhub, a Marvel fanfic subreddit and a horny DeviantArt gallery into one long fever dream, then forgot to hire an editor. You start as this dude who is technically a “hero,” but honestly he feels more like a guy who spends half his time saving the city and the other half trying not to stare at boobs that look like they could file for citizenship on their own. The world is packed with powered people, but almost everyone you actually talk to either wants to punch you, ride you, or both in some weird order. One second you’re in a rooftop fight where your power is going off like a bugged-out Discord notification, next second you’re flirting with a girl whose costume has less fabric than my old gym socks. The mood keeps jumping from dramatic comic-book speech to “fuck me on this couch before the villain shows up,” which sounds bad, but somehow it kind of works, like watching The Boys on mute with Pornhub audio in the background.

The big charm is how dirty and stupidly playful it gets without pretending to be classy. There’s this scene where you rescue a heroine who’s supposed to be this serious, veteran type, and ten lines later she’s teasing you about how “stress relief” is part of a hero’s duty while she grinds on your lap in a torn suit. The camera is obsessed with asses, not gonna lie. Every time a woman turns around the angle zooms like it was made by a guy who grew up pausing Netflix to stare. Some choices matter too: if you act like a cocky bastard, some girls actually like it and push back, if you try to be “good guy” hero, you still end up with your face between huge tits half the time. Fights are there mostly to justify why everyone is half naked afterward, covered in dust and barely holding their tops together. It’s less “tactical combat” and more “foreplay with punching.” At one point I paused my Spotify because the sex scene was actually hotter than the porn I had open in another tab, which is a weird moment of self awareness.

What kills me is how the story pretends to be super serious with mystery and conspiracies, then throws in a joke about hentai or some meme-tier line like “this is not even my final form” during a boss fight, then five minutes later you’re balls deep in a villain girl with glowing eyes and a laugh that should not be turning me on. The humor is very internet: horny, dumb, sometimes cringe, occasionally perfect. They drop little in-jokes about OnlyFans, Twitter cancel mobs, even some cheap shot about people who still use Facebook, and all of that is happening while your character is trying not to explode in a woman with thighs like a Marvel budget. Not everything hits; some scenes drag, there are times where two girls argue like a bad CW show and you just want them to shut up and start making out already. The pacing is a mess, like eating a full pizza and then suddenly someone throws a cake at your face, but when the game leans fully into “superhero soap opera where everyone is horny and slightly unhinged,” it kind of nails exactly that trashy, late-night energy that makes you think “ok, one more scene” and then you realize your right hand hurts more than your mouse.

Intertwined feels like somebody smashed together a horny gay romance, creepy cosmic horror and furry body weirdness, then wrapped it in a visual novel that pretends to be gentle but keeps poking places you try not to think about. You play a guy who is very much not okay, walking around in this fantasy world that looks normal on the surface and then suddenly is not normal at all. The game never just goes “here is your route, pick your boyfriend.” Instead it keeps a quiet little score in the background with this devotion thing, and then later the story suddenly remembers that choice you made when you were half distracted scrolling Twitter and hits you with “oh you wanted this, remember?” That part actually got me to close Chrome on my phone a few times and stare at my ceiling, which is not what I usually expect from a porn game where I was mostly trying to see some cock and maybe a cute tail. The sex scenes are not thrown at you every five minutes, they sneak up on you when you are emotionally soft, after some death talk or some heavy trauma shit, and I kind of hated that and also loved it. One minute you are reading about someone’s wounds and the next you are watching two guys tear each other’s clothes off in a ruined temple like this is a therapy session with dicks out. The stripping is sometimes playful, like “oops my shirt fell,” but then you get stuff where you are forced to stand half naked in someplace you really should not, while monsters and maybe gods are watching, and that hits the exhibitionism nerve in a nasty good way. It is lewd, but sweaty, nervous-lewd, not “haha porn logic.”

I tried my best to skip combat or violence when possible, and the game actually lets you be that kind of soft idiot. You can avoid some fights by talking, flirting, or just choosing not to push people, which I appreciate, but then consequence bites you in the ass later because you did not grow the balls the story wanted you to grow. Bodies are not fixed here. One scene you are still just a scared human guy, later you wake up with claws, fur, or things under your skin that move wrong, and the text leans hard into that transformation horror. It is sexy and gross at the same time, like your own reflection is trying to seduce you while also whispering that you are not really you anymore. The furry stuff is not just “he has ears and a tail, please clap.” There is this slow, squirmy feeling of changing into something more wild, more dangerous, and sometimes that turns you on against your own will, which is fucked up in a way that works here. Some of the romance routes feel cozy and warm, with two guys just trying to hold each other together in a broken world, and then out of nowhere the story drops another mental breakdown or suicide memory and I suddenly wonder why I was jerking off five minutes earlier. The art is 2D and actually expressive, like faces change a lot, not just copy paste, but every now and then a hand looks a bit weird and it stuck in my head way more than it should. I kept poking the save slots like a maniac because the devotion system loves to lock scenes behind “you were not devoted enough” or “you were devoted to the wrong thing,” so there is this slightly toxic replay feeling where you go back just to see that one alternate sex scene with more skin and maybe more teeth. Best way to enjoy it? Play horny, but don’t rush the text. Let the quiet moments and the fucked up cosmic stuff marinate, then when the clothes finally come off, ride that scene for every dirty, uncomfortable, delicious second.