Naruto Shippuden: Rise of the Yugure feels like someone grabbed a horny fanfic thread from a dead forum, stuffed it into a visual novel, then said “yeah, good enough, now make Hinata beg.” It’s rough, it’s weird, dialog sometimes reads like Google Translate had a stroke, and I kinda loved that. You click through scenes, make little choices, watch the cast you grew up with stop pretending they’re about ninja honor and start acting like they’re trapped in a porn loop. Story tries to be serious at first, with this whole “Yugure” thing and danger and blah blah, then two lines later Hinata’s blushing so hard you know exactly where the plot is actually going. The contrast is stupid in a fun way. One second they talk about threats to the village, next second Naruto hits sexy jutsu and you’re staring at his “alternate” form wondering why this wasn’t canon already.

The girls get a lot of focus. Way more than the fights. Hinata’s the obvious star, all shy and loyal and then suddenly on her knees like she’s been waiting for this since the Chunin Exams. Sakura flips between fake tough kunoichi and frustrated perv who finally snaps, and when she snaps, she really snaps. You get those scenes where she’s arguing with Naruto, then the camera just refuses to look above the chest anymore, and suddenly you’re making a choice that decides if she rides him angry or soft. Ino, though, has that pure slutty energy the anime always teased but never let happen. The game leans into mind stuff in a way that’s honestly pretty dirty, like she uses her powers less for spying and more for making sure nobody remembers who started the orgy. Feels a bit mean, in a hot way. Dialog during sex is messy, sometimes outright broken English, and I weirdly liked that too, it sounds like a hentai fansub from way back, where “I will cum you” was considered acceptable English. Sometimes the moaning lines repeat and you’re like, ok, we get it, she’s “so full,” calm down.

Naruto himself is just chaos. Stupid, horny chaos. One moment he’s trying to act like some important hero, then he tosses a joke about seeing Sakura’s panties at the worst time and the scene flips from tension to foreplay. When sexy jutsu hits, it’s over; everyone loses their dignity and the VN leans right into it, gives you long shots, dirty angles, and a lot of “oops, we stayed too long on that close-up” energy. It doesn’t really care about pacing. Some routes feel rushed, others drag, like that one conversation with Hinata that keeps looping little variations before it finally admits, yeah, she just wants to get railed. Choices matter just enough to make you save scum like a goblin, trying to unlock the filthiest branch while pretending you still care about the village being in danger. It’s not polished, it’s not subtle, sometimes character logic just breaks for the sake of one more wild CG, but the game knows what it is: a horny Naruto parody where ninja skills exist mostly so clothes come off in creative ways. And honestly, that’s exactly the kind of trash my brain likes after doomscrolling TikTok all day.

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Naruto finally getting what he “deserves” from Sakura sounds romantic if you only know fanfics on Wattpad. This thing is the opposite. It plays more like a nasty what-if scenario some pissed off fan cooked up after binge watching Shippuden on Crunchyroll and getting angry at Sakura’s whole “Sasuke-kun” obsession. You’re dropped straight into her bedroom, no soft build up, no sweet talk. Naruto is already done pretending to be the idiot hero. He’s stronger, darker, and he uses that strength in the most fucked up way possible: forcing Sakura to pay for loving someone who isn’t him. The game basically asks: what if the “nice guy protagonist” finally snaps and uses his power and her feelings as a weapon. It’s not romance, it’s punishment wearing the skin of sex.

The thing that hit me hardest is how the game treats the Kyuubi chakra. In the anime, it’s this huge power-up, big dramatic aura, emotional speeches. Here it’s more like a red flag inside a *** fantasy. You feel it as he pins her down and pushes into her, that flare of fox chakra sitting right between “shonen power” and “monster in human skin”. Sakura looks like she knows she can’t win, not in a physical fight and not in an emotional one. She still thinks of Sasuke while Naruto is slamming into her, filling her up just to prove he can. Creampie after creampie is less about pleasure and more like writing his name inside her body, like he’s overwriting Uchiha with Uzumaki in the most biological way possible. It’s messed up, but that’s also why it sticks: the sex scenes are short and blunt, more like fragments of a bad memory than a long hentai movie. You click, you see his cock disappear into her, you see the cumshot, you see her face somewhere between fear and forced arousal, and then it’s just silent. No moral lesson. No “Naruto is still a good guy deep inside”. He isn’t here. And the game doesn’t even try to pretend otherwise. There is something weirdly honest in that. It doesn’t ask you to feel good about what you’re doing. It just hands you this broken, private moment in Sakura’s room and lets you sit with the idea that the same idiot hero who saves the village can be the one who *** the girl who trusted him most, while the fox laughs in the background you never see.

This thing feels like some cursed VHS you find in a creepy attic that also somehow knows what Pornhub is. You’re not the hero, not the dude banging Sakura, not even some noble voyeur. You’re the filthy little director behind the camera, zooming in and out on her pink-haired ass like you’re trying to catch a glimpse of the outer gods hiding inside her pussy. It has that cheap home video vibe, like those old leaked “celebrity scandal” tapes from early internet, grainy and wrong in a good way. The whole thing is built around that one idea: you’re the unseen eye, you choose when the world gets to see her getting absolutely railed, and when it fades back into the dark. There is something very hentai site in 2009 about it, but with this weird modern twist where you feel like you’re running a tiny onlyfans studio powered by cursed batteries.

At first it looks simple. Guy on Sakura, Sakura taking it, you holding the camera. Hit space, tape runs, stop, battery breathes a bit. Easy. But then your brain starts doing that sick director thing. Ok, wait, if I start recording when her face goes from shy to desperate, I can catch that exact second she stops pretending she is innocent anime girl and turns into full on cock-hungry shrine to flesh. Miss it, and you just have a basic fuck scene, like some low effort Pornhub upload. Hit it right, and suddenly this dumb little browser thing feels like you just captured a forbidden ritual where her moans are the chant. The zoom feels dirty in the best way. Pull in too close and you’re basically shoving the viewer’s nose into her tits and the way her nipples bounce. Zoom out again and she’s small, like just another girl in some hotel room, and that actually makes it hotter, because it feels like something that should never, ever be on video. The battery is the real asshole here. It dies way faster than I want, like my phone when I open Twitter, so you end up sitting there, half hard, babysitting this tiny green bar while Sakura is right there sucking dick like some pink-haired priestess of debauchery. Sometimes I’m yelling at my screen like: “stop moving so much, I need this climax in one take, you hentai goddess.” She doesn’t listen. She never listens. That’s part of the fun. Or not. Depends how masochist you feel today.

There is this moment when you finally time it right. You hit record right as she arches her back, her hair swinging, her mouth wide open, practically screaming into your invisible lens, and the guy is pounding her like he’s trying to summon a tailed beast from her womb. You’re tracking them with tiny zoom taps, fighting the battery ticking down, and suddenly you feel like some sleazy auteur on Xvideos, crafting the “perfect” dirty clip that teenagers will whisper about in Discord. It’s ridiculous. It’s hot. It’s a bit lazy too, since “gameplay” is mostly waiting, watching, pressing at the right time, but I’ve lost more time than I want to admit trying to capture the exact frame where her eyes glaze over and her body goes limp from too many orgasms. That one fraction of a second where she isn’t anime character, not parody, just raw meat and pleasure. I swear, for an instant, her look had the same emptiness as a deep sea fish, like some R’lyeh thing opened behind her and filled her with cosmic dick knowledge. Then the battery cut, the recording stopped, the scene just kept going without me, as if the ritual decided it didn’t need its priest anymore. Yeah, I had to restart. And yeah, I still complain that the zoom keys feel slightly off on my keyboard and it pisses me off in a very personal way. But I still went back in, like an idiot cultist who saw the void once and wants to see it again, just from a better angle.