Beast Boy's always been the comic relief of the Titans, right? Well, this visual novel takes that green shapeshifter and throws him into situations where his animal instincts aren't exactly PG-rated anymore. The whole "embracing his animal side" thing gets pretty literal when you're making choices about how far he'll push his powers with the ladies around him. And by ladies, I mean basically every female character from DC you can think of - Harley Quinn's there doing her crazy thing, Supergirl's got that innocent act going until she doesn't, and don't even get me started on what happens when Poison Ivy shows up. The corruption mechanics work through Beast Boy's transformations, where different animal forms unlock different... let's call them "interaction options" with each character.

What caught me off guard was how the game handles the power dynamics. Sometimes Beast Boy's the one calling the shots, using his abilities to get what he wants, but then you'll hit a scene where someone like Catwoman flips the script entirely and suddenly he's the one getting dominated. The lactation scenes with Power Girl were completely unexpected - like, who thought of that combination? But somehow it works in this weird universe they've created. The AI-generated artwork is hit or miss though, sometimes the proportions get absolutely ridiculous even by comic book standards, and Beast Boy's face occasionally looks like he's having an existential crisis mid-transformation.

The multiple endings thing is where it gets interesting because your choices about which animal forms to use actually matter for the story branches. Go full predator mode and you get the darker corruption routes, stick to gentler animals and you unlock the more romantic paths. Though honestly, the line between "romantic" and "completely fucked up" gets pretty blurry when tentacles are involved. The Raven storyline especially goes places that made me question my own kinks, but in a good way? Maybe? Look, if you're into transformation stuff and DC parodies, just prepare for some wild rides.

Lily starts as that kind of girl you scroll past on Instagram and think, yeah, cute, but she probably just posts coffee and lecture notes. Then the game opens and she is literally staring at the OnlyPorn sign-up page, and you feel that little itch like, ok, this is going to escalate fast. It’s not a slow burn at all, which I liked and also kind of hated, because the first time she records herself playing with a toy, I hadn’t even finished messing with stats and suddenly I’m in POV view of her fingers between her thighs and the first creampie talk shows up like it’s totally normal. The game treats her “career change” the way idle clickers treat gold income: numbers going up, clothes going down. You juggle her energy, horniness and whatever social meter they call it, keep booking shoots or one-on-one fan meets, and everything spirals. One day she’s testing a basic dildo on cam, next run you’re lining up a group shoot where she’s on all fours, tits bouncing, one guy in her ass, one in her pussy, and someone else is just using her mouth like a free toy. There’s no big speech about her losing innocence, it’s more like, “Oh, look, your blowjob skill leveled, congrats, now people will pay more to watch her swallow.”

What I liked a lot is how the routes sort of feel like male love interests without the “love” part. You get the rich suit who treats her like a high-end escort and wants elegant hotel bondage and footjobs under the table while his friends pretend not to watch. There’s the gym guy, all muscles and zero brain cells, who mostly exists to pick her up and fuck her against mirrors, cum dripping down her thighs while she laughs like she didn’t almost fall. There is one soft boy who starts as a virgin fan, and that route hurts in a sexy way, because you’re basically training him while corrupting her, using POV scenes where she guides his hand on her boob, then suddenly she’s riding him and he’s whining he’s gonna cum too fast, and you have that tiny otome brain cell screaming “protect him” while the game just gives you a “humiliate” option. And yeah, I clicked it. And yeah, it was hot when she called him her “practice toy” while milking him for the third time. The lesbian bits sneak in too, like side content, but some of the best teasing is there: Lily grinding against another camgirl on a couch, both of them topless, hands sliding to places the camera “accidentally” catches. There’s a voyeurism angle with streaming where you schedule public stuff, like flashing in a changing room or masturbating in front of a window, and chat explodes, and of course the game rewards you for being a shameless exhibitionist. The management part is simple on paper, but I kept restarting runs because I wanted different kinks to show up: one cycle I focused on domination perks and suddenly she’s pinning guys down, using their faces, making them jerk off while she barely touches them, spitting casual insults like it’s her native language. Another run I went more submissive and you get scenes where she’s collared, used by multiple men, her ass reddened, cum dripping from both holes while the game treats it as “good performance.” Some dream scenes try to push it further with weird futa teasing and soft NTR vibes, but they stay optional, and I actually forgot to turn off one kink in the settings and got a pegging surprise that made me pause for a second and then just shrug and keep going. Still annoyed I cannot change her haircut, by the way. No reason, it just bothers me every time I open the wardrobe menu and see it stuck like that. Anyway, the animations are surprisingly expressive, tits have actual weight, the way she arches when she orgasms feels more like a person than a loop, and hearing the little breathy whimpers layered over wet sound effects while the money counter ticks up is the sort of trashy satisfaction that had me telling myself “one more day” and then grinding a full new cycle because I wanted to see what happens when her corruption hits max and she starts suggesting group sex ideas before the fans even ask.

This thing feels like someone smashed a horny VN with a petty revenge fantasy, sprinkled in a bit of Death Note brainrot, then left it in the oven a little too long. You play this smug, bitter dude who calls himself “Koibito”, which is already a red flag, and he gets his hands on a pink notebook that lets him rewrite people’s feelings if he knows their secret trauma. Not “oh no, she stubbed her toe” trauma, I mean actual deep shit. Abuse, shame, fetishes, all the broken stuff people bury and pretend isn’t there. You write her name, write the wound, then basically script her love life like a horny Google Doc. The wild part is how the game jumps from mystery tone to “ok now she’s on her knees” in like two clicks, and somehow it kind of works and kind of feels wrong in the way you open a private chat from years ago and hate yourself but keep scrolling anyway.

Sex-wise, it’s very direct. Big tits, big ass, camera not shy at all. When a girl gets rewritten, her whole vibe changes. One scene you’re watching this serious, sharp-tongued woman tear Koibito apart with words, next scene she’s bent over a desk, eyes glassy, moaning his name like he’s the only person in the universe. Vaginal, riding scenes, faces smashed into pillows, that kind of thing, with those 3D character models that sometimes look incredible and then from one angle the boobs sit like two bowling balls and you wonder if gravity died. The female domination moments are surprisingly fun, too. There are times where Koibito thinks he’s in control and the woman just flips it and sits on his face like he’s furniture, or pins his wrists while still technically being “under” his command. That power struggle has real teeth. It doesn’t feel like soft, fake femdom; some of the girls feel genuinely dangerous, especially this goddess thing hovering around him, watching like a cat staring at a mouse that already lost.

What caught me off guard is the humor. For a dark “rewrite her heart and fuck her” setup, the game throws in these petty, stupid jokes, like Koibito overexplaining why he’s not a creep while literally being the biggest creep in the room. There’s a reference to Tinder that made me choke on my coffee, because it hits a little too close. Also I opened Discord mid-game, totally forgot the window capture was on, and alt-tabbed back to a scene where a monster girl is riding him, drool and cum everywhere, and her tail is moving like it’s got its own agenda. Spent a full minute just staring at the tail animation like “who the hell coded this and why did they put so much effort into this part specifically”. That’s kinda the game in a nutshell: some details are weirdly polished, like tongue movement when she’s licking the tip, or the way her ass jiggles when he pulls out, and then another detail feels half-baked, like a facial expression stuck between horror and horny. The mystery side slowly builds around this detective, Leonor, who’s trying to track what Koibito is doing, and honestly she might be the hottest one just because she looks like she’d step on your neck without the help of any magic notebook. The choices feel heavy when you realize every command is basically you deciding how broken you want these women to be, but most of the time your monkey brain just goes “ok, now make her strip and beg for cock.” It’s wrong, it’s messy, it’s kind of fascinating, and I already know I’m not changing a single fucked up thing about it.

Lena looks like the kind of girl who should be in some boring office job, not standing half naked in a sweat-soaked ring with some psycho redhead trying to choke her out while the crowd yells for more tits. That clash is what makes this game hit different. You don’t start as some overpowered porn goddess, you start as a broke girl stuck in a shit city, dragged into sexfights because her idiot dad couldn’t stay away from cards. New Ipswich feels like one of those places from a trashy crime anime that never got a second season: neon, sleaze, and everyone pretending this is “just business” while they bet on who gets fucked on the mat. The whole sexfighting thing sounds silly on paper, then you’re in your first real match, Lena’s breathing heavy, sweat on her skin, the other girl grabbing her hair, and suddenly the humiliation hits harder than the punches. Either you dominate, or you get used. It’s that simple and that messed up.

The fights are not just button mashing. You switch from strikes and holds into sex moves so fast it feels illegal. One second you’re working a clinch, next second the crowd is chanting for Lena to “open up” and you actually consider it because if she goes full tease, she can flip the mental game. Let an enemy strip her top off in front of the audience and the shame drains her focus, but if you time it right and Lena turns it around, pins the girl, crotch grinding on her face, forcing her to lick while the camera zooms in on every wet detail, suddenly she’s the one owning the exhibition. I had this one match where I played it “nice” for too long, tried to win clean with jabs and throws, and the rival just snapped, mounted Lena, shoved fingers in her, rode her to a sloppy creampie in front of everyone and then walked off like she just claimed a trophy. I actually paused and stared at the screen like: “ok, that escalated.” It’s rude in a good way. Or a bad way. Depends how broken you are.

What caught me off guard is how the game leans into both sides of domination without pretending they are equal. Sometimes Lena is on top, literally sitting on a girl’s face, grabbing her hair, forcing her to eat her out while flashing her big tits to the crowd like she owns the whole damn city. Sometimes it flips and a bigger fighter or some smug guy just treats her like a toy, using her throat, pushing past her limits, making her cum against her will, then leaving her on the sticky canvas with that dazed, fucked-out look. The humiliation is not soft either. They taunt, spit, pull her legs open, finish inside her while the gamblers laugh, and the game just quietly nudges you like: “hey, she still has debts to pay.” It even has these quiet moments in the locker room after, where Lena is leaning against the wall, thighs still trembling, and you’re picking what she does next, who she confronts, whether she chases power or just survives. It almost feels romantic sometimes when she faces another girl who clearly wants her as much as she wants to win, tongue tangled with knuckles, lesbian heat right in the middle of a dirty brawl. Then some asshole promoter reminds you she’s just another body to bet on and the mood dies. That’s kind of the charm though: nothing is clean here. Sex is a weapon, a punishment, a reward, and half the time Lena’s not sure which one she’s holding.