You start as this kinda awkward dude who just wants to draw comics and jerk off in peace, and suddenly you’re thrown into your own horny superhero parody. It feels like someone mashed together Marvel, DC, old Cartoon Network ghosts and random JRPG waifus after one too many porn tabs on Chrome. One second you’re walking around a convention trying not to look at cosplayers’ asses for too long, next second some freaky thing hijacks your life and now you *are* your own overpowered OC. The game doesn’t even pretend to be deep about it. You’ve got superpowers, a dick that might as well be a plot device, and this weird freedom to wander around like a sandbox and poke at all these famous faces that look just far enough “not official” so nobody gets sued.

The fun part is how trashy the dialogue leans on purpose. The banter is half horny, half shitpost. Like you talk to a very familiar-looking spiky-haired martial artist’s widow type, and she’s wet and grieving and also somehow into feet, and your character is internally going “this is wrong” while obviously lining up for a titfuck two clicks later. Then you meet this smug thief in black leather with ridiculous big ass jiggle, and she flips between teasing hate-flirting and letting you grope her in a side alley while pretending she doesn’t care. It reads like someone who grew up on Newgrounds porn games and Tumblr memes at the same time and never fully recovered. There’s corruption stuff too, where you watch a heroine who starts out all proud and clean slowly break into doing handjobs just for “research” and by the time you unlock anal or a creampie scene she’s got that ahegao face that makes you pause for half a second, then keep clicking anyway. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you’re stuck doing small talk or dumb fetch stuff when all you want is to push Wonder Woman lookalike off the moral cliff and get her on her knees, but then you hit a new animated scene, with her choking on your cock and trying to stay heroic, and suddenly you forget you were irritated five minutes ago.

There’s this nice little thrill each time you bump into a new “oh wait, that’s totally her” character. Tifa clone stretching in a way that shows her tits are way too big for physics, Jessie-ish girl talking about “eco-terror” in between jerking you off under a table, some ghost boy parody girl who looks like she stepped out of a rule34 page and into your lap for an oral scene. When the corruption kicks in on them, the lines get nastier. They go from playful teasing like “you wish” to straight up begging for your cum, asking you to fill them, to fuck their ass, to use them as a stress-relief tool. The game rarely holds your hand, which is kind of nice and kind of annoying. One moment you stumble into a footjob scene out of nowhere and you’re like “hell yes, this is exactly why I opened incognito mode”, and another moment you’re walking around clueless, wondering where the next pussy is hiding while the map pretends to be deeper than it is. The animations hit that guilty-pleasure 3D style, bodies bounce in the right spots, creampies look messy enough, and even if some faces go slightly uncanny during ahegao, it just makes the whole thing feel more like a dirty fan project than some clean, soulless product. At some point I caught myself ignoring the “serious” story about being stuck as your own hero and only caring which heroine I could break next. Which is probably the point.

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.

Guy is stuck in a life so dull it feels like when your phone freezes in the middle of a porn clip, and then suddenly he can toss trucks, melt steel, read people like horny little open books. That’s the vibe this game throws at you. You start as this regular dude, scrolling through shit, tired of everything, and then, bam, superpowers and way too many hot women in very tight outfits who absolutely do not dress for combat. Or maybe they do. I didn’t complain. The thing that surprised me is that it’s not just “click, fuck, next.” It plays more like a sandbox where you wander around, poke into people’s lives, use powers in dumb and smart ways, and slowly realize everyone around you has some twisted combination of drama, trauma, and really nice asses squeezed into latex.

What I liked most is that the game doesn’t pretend to be serious, but it still sneaks in some romance that actually hits a bit. One scene, you are talking to this older woman on the team, proper milf vibes, huge tits that look like they’re going to pop out every time she turns, and she’s giving you this fake “I’m your mentor” energy. Two clicks later she’s pinning you to a couch, hand around your cock, stroking slow while lecturing you about responsibility like some porn parody of a superhero movie. I laughed, then I was hard, then I felt slightly guilty, and the game seems to know it, because your character has those little inner thoughts that are half horny and half “am I a piece of shit for enjoying this?” Use your powers on her in the wrong way and she gets pissed, use them in the right playful way and suddenly she’s grinding on you, breathing in your ear, begging you to fuck her harder because “heroes should go all in.”

There’s a lot of focus on bodies. Big asses, bouncing tits, all that good stuff, but it doesn’t feel like a catalog. It feels more like you’re walking through horny comic panels that actually move. The first time you get a proper vaginal scene in a cramped office, it’s not this perfect porn angle. She’s on the desk, skirt around her waist, ass up, and the guy is trying not to knock over a stack of files while he rams into her. It looks clumsy in a good way, like real sex, with her moaning and swearing because the edge of the desk is digging into her thigh. There’s a handjob scene in a car that I replayed way too many times, just because of how stupidly intimate it felt: her bare feet on the dashboard, one hand on your dick, other hand lazily scrolling through a chat app on her phone while she teases you, like she’s multitasking boredom and pleasure. It’s not perfect. Some dialogue feels like the writer got distracted by Twitter halfway through. A character will say something hot, then suddenly make a weird joke that lands like a brick, and you’re sitting there thinking “why did you say that while my dick is out.” But then the game throws you a moment where you use your power to freeze a thug mid-punch, turn around, kiss your teammate slow, feel her push her big soft chest into you, and time snaps back the second her tongue slips in your mouth. And the thug just drops because apparently the universe pauses for your makeout session. That kind of stupid, horny, romantic bullshit made me grin for no good reason.

The mobile part is nice too, like you can be in bed, one hand on the screen, one hand under the blanket, tapping through scenes while pretending you’re reading something serious. Sometimes the powers feel more like an excuse to get girls naked than actual superhero thing, but I guess that’s the point. Never thought I’d watch a scene where a guy uses his strength to casually lift a woman up by her ass, fuck her against a wall, and then have a half-deep conversation about what it means to be a “symbol of hope” while her mascara is smeared and she’s still gasping. It’s dumb and kind of sweet and absolutely filthy, all at once.

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.