Agrabah in this game feels like someone spilled horny ink all over a childhood memory and then laughed about it. You’re this random guy dropped into a “reimagined” fairy tale city that only barely pretends to be sweet. Everything looks familiar at first glance, like some off-brand cartoon you’d watch on a sketchy streaming site, but then the tone just tilts and suddenly the princess that used to be pure fantasy merch is asking you really blunt questions about sex while you try to act like a gentleman and fail. I like that she’s still proud and stubborn, not just instant porn doll, but at the same time the corruption curve goes fast as hell. One minute you are making small jokes, the next she’s jerking you off behind a balcony curtain while the city guard walks below, and you’re half worried and half just checking if the “finish on her face” option unlocks a new line. It feels dirty in the way fanfiction used to feel on old forums, with that slightly wrong energy where the writer cares and also doesn’t care at all.

The game doesn’t waste much time explaining why you suddenly become her “trainer”. It’s just like: here’s this princess, she’s bored, she’s engaged to some guy that obviously doesn’t deserve her, and you’re the creep with a smile and a menu of actions. You open a scene thinking you’ll just flirt a bit more and somehow you end up pushing her onto silk cushions, deciding between anal or regular, while she still pretends this is just “practice” for her royal duties. There’s this one moment where she masturbates alone in her room after you tease her all day, and you’re only watching through some magic trick. It felt way more intimate than all the messy bukkake scene later, which is funny, because the game clearly wants you to remember the huge cumshots and I just kept thinking about that quiet little scene where she bites her lip and stares at a lamp like it’s your dick. The cheating part hits different too: when she climbs into your lap knowing her future husband is literally in the next hall, I kinda felt bad for five seconds, then I clicked the “keep going” option twice. I hate how it made me smile. Also the mobile format is great and trash at the same time, because it’s too easy to play in bed, thumb tapping choices with one hand while the other hand is doing exactly what the devs expected. I wish the text speed was a bit different, but yeah, it won’t change and I’ll still complain. There’s some loli coded stuff around the edges that will squick some people, all small body, big eyes, like the art forgot what age she’s supposed to be, and I kept thinking “yeah this is messed up” while still curious what the next training level unlocks. At some point you almost forget there was supposed to be action in Agrabah at all, because the only action you care about is whether she’s going to take you in her mouth after that smug little smirk or make you beg a bit longer.

Game looks like something a horny Unreal dev threw together on a long weekend, then accidentally made way more fun than planned. You start by offering a room to this cute friend who kinda has that “good girl but also definitely not” vibe, and from there it slowly turns into a corruption factory with boobs. It calls itself light management and yeah, it is, but it’s that sneaky kind where you think you’re just clicking through some events, and suddenly you’re min-maxing her libido, shame and obedience like it’s endgame raid content. The story drags you forward on rails, but the random events and choices are where the filth lives. One moment you’re giving her pocket money and pretending to be a nice guy, next moment you’re deciding if you use a little mind control nudge to make her forget she ever said no to showering with the door closed. It starts very tame: casual teasing, accidental boob bumps, “oops I walked in while she’s masturbating” kind of stuff. Then it shifts into groping during “massage,” handjobs while she pretends it’s just helping you relax, and that slow, evil slide into sleep sex where you stand there thinking, ok, this is fucked up, and then you click “continue” anyway.

What really works is how the superpowers are handled. They’re not big flashy nonsense, more like subtle mental edits. You dial her inhibitions down one notch at a time and watch it reflect in later scenes. Like you tell her it’s normal to walk around in just a shirt, and a few events later she’s doing it without even mentioning it, boobs bouncing while she leans over your bed to wake you up. Then you push her thing for public exposure and suddenly there’s this scene in a crowded place where you “help” her pick outfits that are not clothes, they’re basically excuses for her tits to greet society. It feels less like playing a hero and more like being a pervy system admin of her brain. Oral scenes are nice too, you can feel the progression from hesitant “I’ve never done this before” blowjob to sloppy, enthusiastic cock worship on the couch while some normal TV show is running in the background. And because the game is built around that trainer style loop, you keep getting these little variations: she jerks you off in the bathroom because she’s afraid someone might hear her sucking you, or she’s on her knees under the table, your choice if she chokes or takes it slow. There’s a harem angle starting up too, like you see the hooks: more girls dropping in, more stats to manage, more minds to bend. Management side is simple but sticky, just enough to make you plan which perversion to level first instead of brute forcing everything. Only thing that annoyed me was one specific repeat animation that pops up in different scenes with only slight changes, and now I see it in my sleep. Still clicked through it every time, so I guess the game won.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.

You know that feeling when you open a One Piece porn game “just to check it out for five minutes” and then suddenly you’re juggling bounties, half-naked marines and trying to remember which island had the milf with the poison tits? That’s this thing in a nutshell. You start as this clueless guy who wanted to be a good little marine, then shit goes sideways and suddenly you’re eating some weird fruit, getting weird powers and everybody either wants to kill you or sit on your face. Sometimes both. It plays like a messy mix of RPG and sandbox: you run around ports and bases, click on icons, manage quests and money, train stats in some gym menu that looks way too innocent for what you actually use that strength for later. You pick a bounty, you travel, you get distracted by boobs, repeat. It’s all very “I’ll just do one more quest” and then you end up in a scene where Nico Robin is calmly ruining your self-control while you pretend you’re still here for the plot.

The girls are the real problem. Like, your productivity in this game will die. One second you’re talking tactics, next second Nami is teasing you, bending over a desk, pulling that “oh no captain, is this against regulations?” thing, and you’re clicking through dialogue with one hand. Tashigi shows up all stiff and serious, sword at her hip, then five minutes later she’s in a POV blowjob scene where her glasses are fogging up and you’re thinking “yeah, this is exactly how the Navy works.” Boa Hancock acts like a goddess, obviously, and when she finally drops the act and lets you mess her up, the game throws you a full ahegao cumshot with those animated facial twitches and it’s honestly more intense than most fighting in the actual anime. Reiju hits different though: pink hair, poison powers, big soft breasts, and she’s all smug while she jerks you off with one hand and explains casually how her toxins should have killed you if you weren’t “special.” I was like, girl, I’m already dead, emotionally.

There’s also this weird harem “management” vibe where you’re trying to keep everyone progressing, leveling up relationships, unlocking more pervy scenes, but you always end up neglecting someone because you got distracted by a new pair of tits. I kept telling myself I’d focus on missions, get my bounty level high, min-max stats and all that serious gamer talk, then Black Maria appears with those huge thighs and this lazy smirk, rides you in a POV scene and any plan goes straight into the sea. Sometimes the pacing is janky, like you grind random quests to unlock one specific anal scene with Zala and by the time you get there you forgot why you wanted it, but then she starts playing with your cock, teasing you, sitting on it slowly while keeping eye contact, and suddenly all that grinding feels very, very justified. The game doesn’t pretend to be classy. There’s vaginal, oral, anal, masturbation, corruption vibes where girls go from “I would never” to drooling, tongue-out ahegao, begging for more, and you’re just there clicking “next” like some pervert god of poor life choices. It’s trashy and horny and kind of clumsy in spots, but it knows exactly what you came for and it keeps throwing more thick pirate ladies and marines with big tits in your face until you forget what your original goal even was.

Doom finally stops playing the Saturday morning cartoon villain and starts doing the dirty work everybody always joked he was doing off screen. "Behind the Doom" is basically what happens when a control freak supergenius decides world domination is fine, but ruining Susan Storm’s life from the inside out feels a lot better. It’s a slow burn kind of filth. At the start he’s showing off his shiny Latverian utopia, talking like some tech bro on a TED talk, pretending he cares about peace and progress. Underneath that armor he just wants one thing: Susan kneeling between his legs, wedding ring and heroic ideals both slipping off at the same time. You go from stiff political speeches to her staring up at him with drool on her chin and mascara running, and it somehow feels like a natural career path.

What I liked is that the game doesn’t rush to the hardcore. It lets Susan still believe she’s the good guy for a bit. She thinks she’s just “investigating” Doom, helping the world, being responsible. Then he starts playing with her invisibility in the most perverted ways. Ordering her to suck him off while she’s half invisible, so only her lips and tongue are visible wrapping around his cock, the rest of her fading in and out like she’s glitching from shame. There’s this one scene where he makes her hide under a table while a big diplomatic meeting goes on above, and her job is just to keep him hard with her mouth the whole time. The camera keeps jumping from the stone serious political chat to her swollen, stretched lips working on him under the armor. That moment stuck with me more than the flashy stuff, honestly. It’s the casual way he treats her like a background function now, like breathing or blinking.

Then the game remembers there are other heroines to break and just casually drops Scarlet Witch into the mess, like “oh yeah, magic slut, forgot about her.” Wanda starts as this smug powerhouse, acting like she’s above his tech, and two scenes later she’s helping him train Susan, rewriting her own morals while he rewrites her body. When they both end up on their knees, trading his cock between their mouths, Wanda using her powers to hold Susan’s hands behind her back so she can’t even stop herself from pushing deeper, it’s completely degenerate in the best way. Anal stuff hits harder than I expected too; Doom doesn’t go straight for brute-force pain, he makes it a reward, a “promotion” in his twisted little company. The first time he takes Susan’s ass, he does it on a balcony overlooking his perfect city, making her watch the peaceful streets while he grinds her open, whispering how this is what real stability looks like: her bent over, his cock buried in her, invisible or not, everyone beneath them belonging to him. It’s not subtle, it’s not romantic, it’s just cynical, nasty corruption porn with capes, and it works way better than it has any right to.

Gina is the kind of girl who makes you feel weak just by breathing near her. Thick arms, thick thighs, big soft everything, and still running around in tight sport gear like it’s nothing. You’re not some faceless ghost here, you are literally in her head, making choices, pushing her to grind in the gym or grind on somebody’s lap, sometimes both in same day. The whole town is like one big horny playground built around her body and her dad’s broken-down gym, full of people who either want to use her, worship her, or get crushed between those legs. And she actually starts kinda small at first, just strong and curvy, then every time you push another set, another deal, another fucked up favor, she grows. Arms thicker, ass bigger, abs more cut, expressions sluttier, moans louder. You start to memorize the way she groans when she hits that last rep. Yeah, I’m that kind of freak.

The best thing is how normal everything pretends to be at first. You just go around Burlingfort, talking to locals, doing small quests, fixing equipment, checking your phone like it’s a regular RPG life-sim. Then suddenly some stacked milf in yoga pants is offering “private stretching sessions” in the back room. Or the mafia guy shows up and basically says, pay up with money or with body. You think, ok, I’ll be a good girl, I’ll grind the sport events and training jobs, sell some supplements, right. Next thing, you’re arranging evening “work” in alleys and hotel rooms, still wearing your gym jacket while some rich bastard is smacking Gina’s huge ass and begging her to flex for him. And yeah, the game lets you decide: make her a loyal romantic dork who just wants one girl to kiss after sparring, or a full-on muscle goddess who fucks her way through half the city, sometimes with a collar around her neck, sometimes with a leash in her hand instead, stomping on people like they are her warm-up mats.

There are so many small moments that stick in the head. Like that scene where she first realizes she can literally lift a grown man with one arm during combat training, and the dialogue just quietly shifts from “fight” to “oh, you like that, don’t you?” while you’re still picking skills. Or the first time she walks into the locker room and sees another buff sporty girl in a tight uniform, and you get the choice between acting shy, acting cocky, or pinning her against the lockers and kissing her stupid. Or when she has to do a “special session” for money, and you can make her tease the client by flexing her biceps slowly while he’s already on his knees, then sit on his face until he’s begging her like some pathetic paypig. There’s humor all over it too, stupid jokes during serious scenes, ahegao faces when she’s supposed to be acting tough, random NPCs referencing stuff I’ve seen in meme pages on Reddit and Twitter. Sometimes it goes too far into the grind, like you’re running back and forth between gym and town again and again just to unlock one more pervy scene, but then she shows up in a new outfit, muscles pumped, tits barely contained, calling you a perv in that smug way, and yeah. I forget what I was complaining about.

Katy didn’t plan to end up surrounded by horny girls in tight uniforms, but that’s exactly where she lands - a pristine academy that looks innocent until you realize every hallway hides someone’s dirty secret. She’s supposed to blend in, keep her little “extra” part a secret, but the game doesn’t really let you stay quiet for long. You start with harmless stuff - chatting, exploring the dorms, helping classmates with “projects” - and before you know it, someone’s bending over a desk, and you’re wondering if you should stop or push a little further. The writing’s cheeky in that way: it teases you, then drops you into something filthy before you can think twice. It’s not subtle, but it doesn’t need to be.

What makes it weirdly addictive is how casual everything feels. You’re just living a day, checking your phone, picking what to do next, and suddenly you’re watching two girls making out behind the gym while pretending to study. There’s a voyeur vibe, but also this trainer-like loop where you shape Katy’s reputation - saint, slut, or both. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s just hot. The corruption part sneaks up on you; one moment she’s shy, the next she’s spanking her roommate for “discipline practice.” It’s messy, inconsistent, and that’s what makes it feel alive. The sandbox part gives you freedom, but it also means you’ll waste time doing dumb stuff like walking across campus just to peek through a window. Worth it though.

The art? Yeah, the girls look good - soft skin, big tits, that glossy anime sheen that makes you stare too long. But it’s the little things that stick: the sound of a zipper, the blush when someone realizes what Katy’s packing, the way control slips away during a scene. It’s horny, sure, but also kind of funny how everyone pretends it’s normal. Maybe it is, in this place. Maybe that’s the point.

You start as this worn-out priest, the kind of man who’s seen too much war and not enough peace. He’s got that quiet authority, the type that doesn’t need to shout to make people obey. The town he moves into looks calm at first glance - green hills, soft light, all that - but it hides a mess of broken souls and dirty secrets. Slavery’s legal here, though not exactly cheap, so what you end up with are girls who’ve been through things. They flinch when touched, they test your patience, they crave attention in ways they don’t even understand. And you? You’re supposed to “train” them. Whatever that means depends on how far you’re willing to go.

It’s not just about spanking or groping, though there’s plenty of that if you push the right buttons. It’s about control, slow corruption, the way someone starts looking at you differently after a few nights of discipline mixed with affection. One moment she’s trembling, the next she’s begging for more. There’s something raw about it, something that feels wrong but also weirdly tender. The game doesn’t rush you; it lets you breathe between the filth. Sometimes you just sit there watching her try to please you, clumsy and shy, and you can almost forget she used to be terrified of you. Then she slips up, says something defiant, and you remember exactly who’s in charge.

The fantasy world stuff - elves, magic, holy symbols - it’s mostly background noise for the real thing: power and surrender. You can play gentle priest or ruthless master, or both depending on your mood. The animations hit that sweet spot between awkward and hot, like someone actually trying instead of posing. There’s even a bit of romance buried under all the punishment, if you squint. Not perfect, not polished, but maybe that’s why it works. It feels messy, human, like lust written by someone who’s lived it instead of imagined it.

This thing hits different than most trainer games, honestly. The Avatar universe stuff works way better for corruption content than I expected - there's something about taking these pure-hearted characters and watching them fall that just... yeah. The *** scenes with Korra are brutal in the best way, especially when she starts breaking down and accepting what's happening to her. Mind control elements feel organic too, not like some cheap excuse to skip character development.

Combat system's turn-based but it's not the focus here. You're mostly grinding to unlock new scenes and storylines. Toph's pregnancy arc caught me off guard - didn't think they'd go that deep with consequences but here we are. The lesbian content between characters like Asami and Korra feels genuine, not just thrown in for variety. Though honestly, the male domination routes hit harder when you've seen how strong these women are supposed to be. Watching Lin Beifong submit after all that tough cop energy? Chef's kiss. The humiliation scenes with Jinora are questionable as fuck but... they're there if that's your thing. Spanking mechanics work well with the trainer format - you actually feel like you're breaking these characters down step by step.

What really gets me is how they handle the corruption differently for each character. Azula's already twisted so her scenes go in completely different directions than someone pure like Pema. The milf content with older characters hits different too - there's actual story weight behind why they're in these situations. Tentacle stuff with spirits from the Avatar world makes more sense than random hentai tentacles. Even the bestiality elements tie into the show's animal companions in ways that are fucked up but... thematically consistent? The whole thing's massive and unfinished but what's there already has more content than most completed games. Just don't expect quick faps - this one's a time investment.