This thing feels like somebody watched X‑Men, got horny, forgot half the lore, and then decided the world needed a “become the most broken mutant fuckboy alive” simulator on mobile. You drop in as this random mutant dude who clearly skipped Professor Xavier’s ethics class and went straight to “how do I turn every powered woman on campus into my personal harem.” And it kinda works, which is the scary part. One moment you’re arguing with a redhead about training, next moment the camera is glued to her tits while she’s pretending she’s mad at you and still giving you a handjob in a locker room like this is totally normal part of the Danger Room schedule. The game doesn’t even try to hide that it’s about you corrupting the heroines, it just leans into it with a smug grin, like “yes, obviously you’re here to see Storm act like a strict milf and then melt the second you push the right dialogue button.”

The sandbox flow is messy in good way and annoying in stupid way. You just wander around this “school” that looks suspiciously like a dating app hub, poking at icons, triggering scenes. One tap you’re teasing Kitty, who phases through walls and still can’t phase out of being thirsty for your attention, next tap you’re stuck in some fetch quest that pretends to be “adventure” but is basically you running around so the game has an excuse to show you Jean Grey stretching in skin‑tight clothes. Her ass is frankly a war crime. Half of the fun is just seeing which version of each girl you get that day: slightly annoyed, openly horny, pretending to be your mentor while clearly checking out your package, or straight up corrupted and begging you to use your powers on her again. Sometimes it feels dirty in that good hentai way, sometimes it just feels like the dev had one braincell screaming “big tits + superpowers = genius” and never questioned it. Crazy thing, it kinda works. Scenes jump from cute teasing to hardcore corruption vibe with zero warning. One second Jean is acting all heroic, next she’s offering you a “private lesson” and sitting on your lap, rubbing herself on you while she talks about responsibility like that’s not the funniest shit.

What surprised me is how often you just sit there watching them try to act like real characters in a world that is absolutely not built for real characters. Storm acts like a queen, talks like a goddess, and then lets you pin her against a window because you said the right flirty line three choices ago. Kitty plays the shy kitty girl thing hard, then suddenly switches to “okay fine I’ll just jerk you off in this storage closet but only to shut you up” and then clearly enjoys every second. There’s corruption, but not just the usual “click button, she becomes slut” stuff. It’s slow, sometimes clumsy, kinda hot in a trashy way. You push boundaries, test their morals, push again, watch them fold. And the game is constantly winking at you, like it knows it’s a parody of superhero stuff but also doesn’t care about getting it right. Jean’s powers? Whatever. Physics? Who cares. Continuity? Forget it. One scene she acts like she barely knows you, next scene she’s grinding on you in a shower talking like you’ve been fucking for months. I got mildly annoyed that lip sync never matches the dirty talk in my head, but then Kitty moaned my character’s name in this half‑broken way and I forgot what I was even complaining about. The whole thing is horny nonsense, but it’s shameless, and kinda that’s the point.

Tony Stark finally gets to act like Tony Stark here, not the sad movie version always saving the universe instead of getting laid. You start in this obscene luxury island mansion that looks like somebody mashed together a billionaire’s Airbnb, a secret SHIELD bunker and a nightclub from Miami that never closes. The game just drops you in as the smug asshole host of an endless “hero party”, with Gwen Stacy on the balcony checking city views, Raven pretending not to care in a dark corner, Supergirl trying to look wholesome while wearing something that would get you banned on Twitch, and you thinking about profit margins while also planning whose panties you’re gonna take off next. It sounds like a power fantasy because it is, but the fun part is how messy and horny it gets when the whole “management” part starts clashing with “I want to creampie every superheroine in this building”.

One moment I was in some fake meeting room talking business numbers with Stark’s AI, flicking through contracts like on Google Sheets, trying to keep the party budget from exploding. Five clicks later I’m in the pool area, flirting with Spider-Gwen, picking joke options about web shooters that really should not have worked, and suddenly the dialogue goes from snarky to filthy real fast. It has that thing where your choices stack up quietly, so after a few shameless lines and one badly timed compliment about her ass, she still ends up in your room casually stroking you through your pants like it’s just another Tuesday. The game treats handjobs as just a warm-up, not some big event, which is kinda funny because they animate it like it’s a ceremony. And when she finally climbs on top and you choose whether to pull out or fill her up, the game actually reacts in later scenes with her being a little more clingy, or weirdly sarcastic about you not knocking her up. I picked creampie first time just because the button was bright and I have zero self control, then spent the next in-game day sweet talking her like I didn’t basically turn her into my personal breeding experiment.

What I liked a lot is how the heroines don’t feel copy-paste. Raven is cold and slow to open up, which makes it absolutely priceless when she goes from passive-aggressive spell girl to pressing her soaked panties into your hand in the training room. Supergirl acts like she’s above normal horniness, until you catch her alone on the terrace and push a bit harder, then suddenly she’s begging you to fuck her like some random fan, not a symbol of hope. Black Cat and Wonder Woman show up later and kinda blow up whatever “plan” you had, since they respond better when you act even more arrogant than usual. There was this stupid moment where I promised Scarlet Witch I’d help with some experiment, completely forgot, spent the night pounding She-Hulk in the gym shower, and then had to deal with Wanda throwing me this jealous, half-psycho magic tantrum while still obviously wanting my dick. The tone is all over the place in a good way: one room you’re talking business strategy like a tycoon game, next room you’re raw-dogging a superheroine on Stark-branded bedsheets, hoping the AI doesn’t comment. It’s horny, dumb, strangely clever sometimes, and absolutely not interested in making you feel like a good person. Which is kind of the point when you’re running a never-ending party where every hero girl eventually ends up naked and breathing hard into your ear.

Rogue’s eyes flicker like she’s got a storm trapped behind them - no pun on Ororo intended, though she does make a cameo that feels like it came straight out of an adult fever dream. The game throws you in as this anomaly mutant who can brush against anyone without going poof, and suddenly what used to be dangerous turns into something primal, desperate, almost poetic if poetry was sticky and breathless. Rogue tests you early, there’s this scene - locker room, dripping tiles, wet echo - and she doesn’t know if she wants to kiss you or crush you. The writing snaps between tender and filthy so fast it makes your brain lag behind your pulse.

The wild part is how easily it flips from soft-eyed confessions with Jean Grey to pure shameless corruption paths with Emma Frost whispering filth you don’t even think Marvel’s lawyers could process. There’s something dirty-luxurious about that mansion setting; so many doors, each one unlocking another line you’ll probably regret reading at work. Some of the animations (I swear they move like low-res ghosts) have that “almost too human” vibe - you catch a tiny twitch of Rogue’s fingers clutching skin, and it’s hotter than the whole naked scene that follows. But then Storm steps in later and everything turns theatrical, lightning illuminating this ridiculously intimate chaos. You forget half the choices you made, yet every dialogue click still feels personal, like someone watching over your shoulder quietly taking notes.

And sure, maybe Jubilee’s route doesn’t sync right, and Wanda sometimes clips through clothing (yeah, that bug - literally distracting), but when those powers mix - light sparks tracing across bodies, voices overlapping, love and dominance tangling - it hits this weird emotional chord. Like half romance novel, half scandalous lab experiment. I hated that one sound loop kept restarting mid-scene, yet I replayed the moment anyway. It's messy, horny sci-fi and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe that’s why it works. Maybe.