Guy gets killed, goddess feels a bit too soft in the head that day, and suddenly he is respawned in a fantasy world where every moral rule is more suggestion than law. That is basically the frame here: second life, male protagonist, zero experience, gets dropped in a setting full of monster girls and very little clothing. The funny part is how the game pretends to be about “adventure” at first. You walk around, talk to NPCs, click through the usual quests, but after like ten minutes the real loop is clear: wander into some new area, meet some big tit demon girl or thick-ass elf, get railroaded into a situation where she either wants to own you, fuck you, or both. Often all three if you count mind control as a different category, which the game really, really does.

The tone is weird in a good way. The goddess at the start comes across like she is doing charity work, but the world she sends you to is completely horny and mean. You are supposed to be this clueless virgin hero, except half the “quests” end in your dick in someone’s mouth, tits, feet, or pussy. The first time a monster girl puts you on your back and titfucks you while talking about turning you into her personal slave, the game just casually tosses a little dialogue pop up like “Corruption +2” and moves on. No big lesson, no moral, just “yes, you liked that.” Later you hit a brothel with animated scenes where the camera actually spends time on hands jerking you off and heels pressing on your chest while she rides you. At one point you are being milked between thick thighs while the UI reminds you of some heroic main quest you are ignoring completely. I laughed, then clicked “repeat scene.”

What I keep circling back to is how the harem side and the cheating side bump into each other. The game absolutely encourages you to collect girls like Pokémon, but it also slaps “loyalty” on some of them, then gives you mind control tools and expects you not to push it. There is this one scene where your main “good girl” is waiting in a temple, talking about faith and destiny, and you are off in a cave letting a giant-ass lamia wrap you up and stroke you off with her tail, whispering that the goddess only revived you so her pets have something new to break. You get a vaginal scene with her later where she rides you into the ground, calls you her hero, then right after that the game gives a route to make her your obedient slave with a few clicks and a cursed item. It is hot, but also kind of nasty in how casual it treats that shift. And yeah, everyone is huge: big tits everywhere, asses that swallow your hips when they sit on you, animated loops that focus on the little things like toes rubbing your shaft before the footjob actually starts. My academic side wants to rant about power fantasies and consent politics in hentai fantasy worlds, but my horny side was just happy the transitions between scenes are fast and the MC actually talks like a guy losing his mind from constant sex rather than a stoic light novel zombie. If you want to squeeze something out of every spicy moment, best way is to take it slow on first run, say “yes” to the scenes that feel wrong, “no” to a few on purpose, then come back with a walkthrough later and break everyone properly.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

City of Broken Heroes feels like somebody took a Marvel movie, made the guys squishy and weak, then said “ok, but what if every woman was horny, pissed off, and had zero HR department.” It starts almost normal: you land in this neon freakshow of a city, confused, dick out, no clue how anything works. Then a seven foot tall “hero” in latex and armor collar-checks you with one hand and you realize: alright, I’m a chew toy here. The whole thing is this mix of sci-fi and magic and bdsm where you’re officially a slave, unofficially the pervy glitch in the system who doesn’t stay in his cage.

What I like is how the game makes you feel fragile and dangerous at the same time. Men are biologically weaker, so yeah, women toss you around, sit on your face like it’s a chair, use you as a dildo tester, all that. But once you start picking up these illegal powers and gear, you kind of become the city’s worst customer service complaint. One night I was sneaking through an alley to spy on one of the heroines, got caught by her twin bodyguards, and instead of a normal fight it turned into this “punishment session” where they test different toys on you between turn based combat rounds. You win the round, you get a chance to flip the table and fuck them against the wall. You lose, they edge you with handjobs and oral until you’re begging and they just laugh and walk away. I hated it. I replayed it three times.

The sex itself is very explicit, but it always feels tied to the power imbalance and not just random porn spam. One “training” scene has an older heroine, proper milf energy, using you like a stress ball while she reads reports. She sits in her huge chair, pulls your head between her tits, strokes you with lazy fingers, then without even looking at you tells another girl “see, this is why you keep men on a short leash.” Later, when you finally get strong enough, you crash her raid, blast her shields in combat, and the rematch is you pinning her, fucking that big ass into the desk while she swears she’ll collar you again. She won’t. She totally will, the game loves to remind you who runs things here. Half the fun is that whiplash: one scene you dominate a squad of monster girls, filling them one by one, creampies dripping while they worship your “hidden potential.” Next scene, a different heroine throws you on the floor, sits on your cock, rides you raw, creampie, then snaps a pic for blackmail and makes you clean her boots with your tongue. And you keep going back to that part of town anyway. That’s the vibe.

You start out as this scrawny little dragon hatchling, naked, pissed off, and already fantasizing about ruining an entire kingdom, and honestly that part feels more honest than half the “hero” games I test. There is no fake noble bullshit here. You crawl out, you learn how to roar, and then you slowly figure out how to turn terrified villagers into fucktoys, cultists, or snacks. Sometimes all three. Half the fun is just poking at the events to see which girl snaps, which one kneels, which one secretly wanted to be railed by a monster the whole time. And yeah, it leans into that point of view hard. The writing really likes putting you in the dragon head, watching the way she shakes when you pin her down, listening to her gasping voice crack while she begs you to stop and you very clearly do not. Then she says she’s a virgin and you get that special extra line when you break her on your cock and it’s fucked up and hot and also the text box bugs out sometimes and skips a line, which drove me mad because I had to replay the same defloration scene three times just to catch one sentence. Not that I’m complaining. I am absolutely complaining.

Some scenes go full corruption route. You grab a priestess, you mind break her with repeated creampies, and a few acts later she’s breastfeeding a dragon whelp while preaching some warped religion about serving your “holy shaft”. The game doesn’t flinch at lactation, bukkake, or turning someone who hated you into this smiling, dripping slave that moans your name like a prayer. Then next scene it casually drops a futa knight with a huge cock and treats it like this is just normal Tuesday. One run I had this whole harem of twins, a fluffy-eared monster girl, a noble girl who pretends she’s all about virtue but melts the second you shove it in her ass, plus a captive hero who turned out to be a trap, tied up and used as a toy by your own minions while you watch. That voyeur angle is done nicely, by the way, except when the voice playback randomly cuts out mid moan and I’m sitting there like “hello, I wanted to hear the ahegao breathy whine, not stare at a frozen mouth.” There is actual management too, not just click sex scene and done. You juggle fear and loyalty, throw slaves into breeding pits, assign who guards your lair and who warms your bed, and if you screw it up you get raided and lose your favorite big tits milk cow because you left her on public display. The mobile version somehow survives all this without crashing, which is impressive, but the UI on small screen is a total mess; I misclicked and sent a lesbian pair I was carefully corrupting straight into a gangbang event and skipped their slow-burn route. That was like 3 in-game weeks of edging my own curiosity gone in one tap. Still, when you finally storm the capital with a squad of collared ex-heroes, a monster girl warband, a couple of trans and gay followers who worship your cock like it’s sacred, everyone dripping, everyone screaming, and you’re just slamming into some princess from behind while your cum from earlier is still leaking out of her mouth from the titfuck scene, it hits that primal “yeah, I own this world now” spot in a way most porn games only promise.

The relentless stretch of infinite time weighed deeply on God's soul. Omnipotence and perfect dominion had faded into a tedious, unchanging buzz. What he desired was the ache of falling short, the rapture of difficult victory, the untamed, exquisite pain of dying. And so, he set into motion a radical scheme.

Initially, he molded a form of sheer possibility, christening it Zeno. Within Zeno, he locked the sum of his godly might, the wild, infinite strength that marked his grand life.

In contrast, God assumed a frail, imperfect mortal body. He confined his essence to a loop of reincarnation, a dim ember of the primal blaze, erased of past knowledge and power upon each demise.

He would come to know desire, ecstasy, loss, and anxiety. He would fail, evolve, and fully embrace life.

So started the ultimate ordeal; God was simply one spirit wandering the endless expanse of reality, prepared to confront the disorderly, magnificent, and utterly mortal tale of birth and demise.

City full of capes, and you show up as the creep with zero shame and way too much free time. That is basically the energy here. No big destiny, no world saving, just you roaming around, hunting for chances to catch superheroines with their guard down and then dragging them into your filthy little orbit. It feels almost lazy on purpose: short scenes, blunt dialogue, no moral lesson anywhere. You hop from one part of the city to another, poke around, spy on girls who are supposed to be icons, and slowly turn them into your personal toys. The game really leans into that voyeur vibe. Half the fun is just catching them changing clothes, arguing in private, trying to pretend they still have control while you already know exactly how far they are going to fall. It is not subtle. You stalk them, corner them and sometimes it turns rough real fast. That mix of forced scenes and “fine, I’ll do it for money” prostitution hits pretty hard if you like your smut messy and not exactly wholesome.

Fanservice is the whole point. One moment you are watching Violet trying to act like a grown-up heroine, the next you have her on her knees, doing oral just to get out of a situation she can’t punch away from. Raven is even worse in a good way: all that dark, moody goth attitude, and you get to push past it, use her, then use her again because the game does not care about her feelings and neither do you, at least while you are playing. The contrast between their usual “untouchable” look and how the scenes treat them is what sticks. The sex is mechanical sometimes, just click here, watch another angle of the same vaginal pounding, move to the next girl, but then there will be one filthy line of dialogue or one tiny animation change that suddenly makes it feel way more degrading than you expected. I keep remembering this one short bit where a heroine glances at a window like she knows someone might be watching, and the scene never mentions it again. Is she into being watched? Is she ashamed? The game doesn’t care enough to explain, it just throws that in and leaves you sitting there feeling like an even bigger pervert. And yeah, the whole “slave” thing sneaks up on you too: first it is just a favor, then a paid fuck, then you are basically owning them and the game treats it like the most normal thing in this rotten city. It is crude, inconsistent, kind of broken as a story, but that dirt on it is exactly what makes it stick in your head after you close the tab.

First thing, this game feels like someone mashed together Pornhub search history and a political sim in Nutaku on a cracked tablet, and somehow it works way better than it should. You’re not the president, you’re the creep in the shadows tugging the strings while this poor bastard in the White House is basically your remote-controlled sex dispenser. One moment you’re forcing him to sign some “anti-drug” bill so your company can sell even stronger shit under the table, next moment you’re sending him to a “private negotiation” where he has to suck up to a foreign leader’s “secretary” who looks suspiciously like Tifa Lockhart with a bigger ass and that lazy ahegao smirk. There’s this scene where you blackmail him using a video where he gets milked by a domme that looks like a mix of Lady Dimitrescu and Lara Croft, towering over him in heels, slapping his face while he whimpers, and the game is like “approval rating down 5%” and I actually laughed because yeah, sounds American enough.

Touch controls on phone are super scuffed but in a hot way. You’re dragging dialogue options like “humiliate the president publicly” or “sell your own daughter to a lobbyist for influence” and it’s messed up, but the UI is light enough you can play with one hand on Chrome while pretending you’re checking Telegram. The scenes themselves use those 3dcg models with a lot of jiggle and shiny skin, and the camera really likes big tits and big asses. Sometimes you’re in an office corruption scene with some cyberpunk style escort that’s obviously a D.Va cosplay girl turned prostitute, sometimes it jumps hard into bestiality or tentacle stuff with no warning, like you’re in a normal blackmail route and suddenly the “experimental biotech partner” is tentacles teaching the president what “real diplomacy” is. My brain went wait, what, but my other brain already accepted it. There’s a really nasty incest subplot too, where you can push your “family protection” angle into full-on corruption, trading your own sister’s ass to a senator for votes, with a voiced line where she sobs and still moans a bit, and that hit a particular degeneracy button that Harem Hotel style games love. One thing that annoyed me: the game keeps teasing Judy Hopps and Cyberpunk 2077 style chrome hookers in ads inside the world, but doesn’t let you actually click into all of them yet, just little exhibitionism events where the president is forced to watch while you test new toys on some slave girl. Also they said no soundtrack, and yeah, it’s dead quiet, only voice and sex sounds, which weirdly makes the humiliation scenes feel more raw, like some leaked OnlyFans set, but my phone speaker clicking with every tap is still more immersion than I asked for.

You start as this guy who just wants to know why his family got kicked out of their hometown, and very fast it stops being some cute little mystery and turns into “ok, are you gonna save the world or fuck it up completely.” The place is full of horny mythic girls hiding in plain sight, and every time you poke your nose where you shouldn’t, you either end up in a moral dilemma or with your dick in someone’s mouth. Often both. One moment you’re talking about politics between humans and monster folk, next moment a busty minotaur milf is on her knees, drooling on your cock like it’s holy relic. The game doesn’t even pretend you’re a pure hero. You can play the sweet romantic idiot who blushes at his first handjob, or go full mind control bastard who turns “enemies” into obedient slaves that milk themselves on command. The fantasy village, the temples, the back alleys where prostitution basically lives, the weird cult altars where religion and corruption mix together, it all feels just a bit too eager to get your pants off. You wander around in this sandbox, taking quests, seducing twins, blackmailing a virgin priestess, spying on monster girls masturbating behind thin paper walls, then deciding if you want to be the caring boyfriend type or the guy who bends them over an altar and creampies them while they do that stupid ahegao face. And yeah, the ahegao is everywhere. The dev really loves that.

What’s nice is how often the game throws small lewd situations at you for just messing around. Open the wrong door and you catch a shy elf girl in cosplay, half naked, rubbing herself on a pillow and moaning your name she “totally doesn’t think about.” Or you get dragged to some dungeon by a fanatical nun who wants to punish you for “sin,” and that turns into a BDSM scene with spanking, ropes, and her begging you to fill her because “god is watching.” There are animated bits where asses jiggle when you go anal, tits bounce when you go rough, milk leaks when you play with the lactation stuff, all that good, fucked up detail the internet already ruined us with. The harem side kinda sneaks up on you too: one day you just realize you have a demon girl, a monster milf, some jealous human girl you’re cheating on, and a pair of twin sisters all fighting for who gets your cock first. You swear you’re gonna play “good route” and be loyal, then the game drops a voyeur scene where you catch two girls going lesbian with each other, and your only real choice is “watch and jerk” or “join and ruin everything.” And yeah, there is mind control, and it can get dark. Turning someone from righteous paladin into a corruption toy that begs for anal in public while you order her to show off her dripping pussy, that stuff hits different, in a fucked up way. The mobile version makes it even worse, because now you’re commanding your monster girl slaves from the bus or toilet like some fantasy pimp with a pocket harem, and it feels wrong and also very, very right.

You wake up and it’s just… wrong. Not hell, not heaven, more like the horny waiting room nobody told you about. This smug bitch in heels, Miss Fortune, sits there with that “I own your soul and your dick” vibe, talking to you like she already read your browser history twice. She explains you’re dead way too casually, then basically offers you this cursed-sex-tour through a fantasy world where goblins are everywhere and somehow everyone has ridiculous boobs and zero shame. It feels like someone mixed hentai logic with a fucked-up fairy tale and then said “yeah, that’s enough plot, now go fuck things.” The writing leans into it too. Miss Fortune teases you every time you think you’re in control, like she’s watching from some upper menu, laughing when you pick the degenerate option… which is all of them, honestly.

The actual wandering around is more fun than it should be. You walk into a tavern expecting the usual boring NPC talk and instead there’s this big-titted goblin girl leaning over the counter like she’s about to fall out of her clothes on purpose. I picked the “play it cool” dialogue, and five clicks later I’m balls deep in her, she’s riding me on a dirty table, boobs bouncing everywhere, and the game throws in a titfuck scene just because it can. No fade to black, no “are you sure”, just “you touched her, now deal with it.” Some scenes are rough in that kinky way, with ropes and collars and that bastard feeling of “I probably deserve this.” One goblin dom literally drags your character around by the leash and talks shit like she’s streaming on Twitch. It’s funny and hot and a bit stupid, but in a good way. Then sometimes the pacing is weird, like you go from filthy BDSM dungeon to awkward small-talk with some random NPC with no transition, and the horny mood falls flat for a minute. Also there was one chest in a cave I clicked three times and nothing happened and now I hate that chest forever. But then you run into some new character who calls you a “useless dead meat toy” and grinds on your face and you forget you were annoyed. It’s that kinda experience. Messy, horny as fuck, not pretending to be deep, just constantly tossing you into new goblin sex trouble while Miss Fortune smirks like she planned it from the start.