You win some bullshit promo lottery on your phone, tap through the spam, and suddenly you’re on this tiny island where every woman looks like she escaped from some horny artist’s sketchbook. Huge tits, perfect asses that jiggle when they walk, bikinis that are basically suggestions, not clothes. It feels like a bad ad you’d see on Pornhub, but then the game actually lets you walk around, flirt, mess up your lines, try again, push a little more, and the girls actually react instead of just being click-next dolls. One moment you’re on the beach pretending to care about her “hobbies”, next moment she’s pulling your hand to her chest, squashing your face between those ridiculous boobs, and you’re thinking “ok yeah, this is not subtle at all”. And then it gets even less subtle when she drops to her knees, opens your fly and starts a slow, shiny blowjob that’s fully animated, tongue and spit and all, and you’re kinda impressed the devs spent time on how her lips stretch around the tip instead of on the menus, which look like they were made in PowerPoint by a drunk uncle.

It plays like a dating sim that got horny and lost its shame, but in a good way. You pick dialog, you choose where to go, and somehow every decision leads closer to someone’s clothes ending on the floor or “accidentally” on the sand where everyone can see everything. There’s this one girl who keeps pretending she’s shy, hiding behind a towel, then “forgets” to tie it properly and you catch a full view of her pussy when she leans over. The game actually lets you stare, of course, and the camera doesn’t even pretend to be respectful. You can just sit there looking at her big ass, watching the animation loop of her shifting weight, cheeks bouncing slightly, and she calls you out for staring but doesn’t move away. Later, when you finally get her alone in a bungalow, she climbs on top of you, lines your cock up with her pussy and rides until you explode inside her, and you see the cum leaking out in a close-up that’s almost too much, like “ok dude, I get it, you like creampies, chill”. I didn’t chill, by the way.

The island is small but the game keeps finding excuses to throw dirty situations at you. You sit at a bar and some chick with massive tits asks if she can “use your lap as a seat”, then pretends to adjust herself until your dick is lined right up under her. There’s a stupid mini-massage thing at the spa where your “hands” definitely spend more time on nipples than on muscles. One scene that stuck with me is when you sneak around some bushes at night, and the game doesn’t even pretend you’re not a perv. You find two girls playing with a vibrator under the moonlight, one of them lying on a beach towel, legs wide, fingers digging into the sand while the other presses the toy inside her, then pulls it out slick and shiny. You can just watch, listen to the moans, see her tits bouncing every time she jerks, and then the game gives you the option to “join in” like you’re ordering another drink. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like the game jumps from slow teasing footjob, her toes sliding along your shaft while she grins at you, straight to full-on titfuck where her giant boobs wrap you up and you cum all over her face and chest in the next scene with barely a line in between. But whatever, it’s porn logic. There’s even little bits where you catch girls masturbating alone in their rooms if you show up at the “wrong” time, like one lying on her stomach, grinding on a pillow, moaning into it while the camera basically crawls between her thighs. And then three clicks later she’s acting like nothing happened, which makes no sense, but by that point your dick doesn’t really care about lore.

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 ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.

This sequel really went all-out with the pregnancy mechanics, and honestly? It's kind of overwhelming in the best possible way. You've got Android 18 getting absolutely railed while Chun Li's watching from the corner, and somehow the game manages to make all these crossover scenarios feel natural instead of just thrown together for horny reasons. Well, mostly natural.

The impregnation content hits different when you're dealing with characters like Saber and Ishtar - there's something weirdly intimate about seeing these powerful figures vulnerable and needy. Momo Yaoyorozu's scenes are particularly intense, especially when she's using her quirk during sex, creating toys and restraints mid-fuck. The developers clearly understood that fans wanted more than just basic vanilla content, because the female domination routes with characters like Midnight and Wu Zetian get genuinely kinky. Pharah's armor stays on during most of her scenes which is both frustrating and incredibly hot somehow.

What really surprised me was how much effort went into the romance progression - you're not just collecting waifus like Pokemon cards, you're actually building relationships that feel meaningful before the hardcore fucking starts. Lusamine's storyline genuinely made me emotional before she was riding my cock and begging for a baby. The pregnancy belly physics are surprisingly well-done too, watching characters like Nami and Caulifla grow bigger as the story progresses adds this layer of consequence that most porn games completely ignore. Some of the orc content from the WoW characters feels a bit out of place compared to the anime aesthetic, but Jaina's scenes make up for any tonal inconsistency. The sound design during the creampie scenes is *chef's kiss* - you can actually hear the wet sounds of cum filling these girls up. Twisted Wonderland fans might feel a bit left out since Malleus only gets like two scenes, but the Dragon Ball content more than compensates with how absolutely feral Vados gets when she's in heat.

This thing feels like someone grabbed My Hero Academia fanfiction from a horny Discord server and just decided, “yeah, this needs clicking, moaning, and bad decisions.” You’re dropped in as a new guy at U.A., but instead of screaming about Plus Ultra, you’re mostly trying not to get caught staring at tits in the hallway. Or failing at that. The whole thing plays like a point & click where your mouse is basically your dick: you poke around classrooms, dorms, training areas, and every few clicks you’re basically thinking, “ok, how do I fuck this up in a hot way.” It’s clumsy sometimes, the pacing is weird, menu looks a bit like someone learned UI from a YouTube tutorial, but then Kyoka leans forward with her earjack cords brushing her thighs and my brain just goes quiet. There’s this one scene where you’re alone with her after training, she’s sweaty, pretending she doesn’t care, and the camera lingers way too long on her lips when she bites them. Not subtle at all. Good. Subtlety is for Netflix, not for this.

What surprised me a bit is how each girl gets her own flavor of degeneracy. Ochako looks like she should be wholesome, and then the dev goes “nah” and you end up in this semi-romantic, semi-fucked-up moment where you’re in her room, gravity quirk basically forgotten, and she’s on top grinding, cheeks completely flushed, mumbling how she shouldn’t be doing this before going even harder. It feels wrong in that very porn way, but also oddly sweet. Then jump to Midnight and all the sweetness just dies. With her it’s pure predator energy: she knows you’re a rookie hero, she knows you’re hard, and she’s playing it like a lesson. Classroom, empty except for you and her, and the way she “explains” discipline while sitting on the desk, heels crossed, costume half open, is basically sex ed from hell. She keeps that smug smile while she has you do things you probably shouldn’t agree to, and the animation sells it: small hip moves, slow teasing, no need for crazy angles. Meanwhile Kendo’s scenes feel more like you’re wrestling with your big scary crush that can snap you in half if she wants, which honestly only makes it better. Toru being invisible sounds like a dumb gimmick but the game leans into it; hearing her moan while the only thing you see is clothes moving and handprints on your skin is way hotter than it has any right to be. Sometimes the dialogue goes from horny to corny in one line and I was rolling my eyes and still clicking next because, yeah, I wanted to see where the scene ends. The protagonist himself is not deep at all, just another dick with some hero flavor splashed on top, but that kind of works when you’re just waiting for Nemuri to lock the door again. I wish the choices mattered more, but they probably won’t, and I hate how much that doesn’t actually stop me from replaying the same route just to catch one new line of dirty talk. Anyway, it’s like watching your hero academy crack and melt into porn, one click at a time, and somehow it feels exactly as trashy as it should.

Guy’s just living his quiet, boring-as-hell routine, watching porn on his phone and pretending that’s a personality, and then Milly walks back into his life like some kind of walking nostalgia boner. She used to be the cute family friend who ran around in shorts and sc*** knees, now she shows up for university with curves that do not respect gravity and a top that absolutely is not dress-code friendly. The game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about it. Camera loves her chest, her thighs, the way she leans too close when she “can’t find her charger.” It’s that slow burn where you’re technically doing the good-guy thing, but your eyes are on everything except her textbook. Half the time you’re just sitting there on your phone, pretending to scroll while literally staring at her reflection in the screen like the little perv you are. And yes, the game knows you’re doing that. It leans into it hard.

What I really liked is how it keeps you stuck in that grey area between “off limits” and “she’s absolutely doing this on purpose.” She’ll bend over in those tight shorts to pick something up, then act surprised you looked. She pads around the house in a tank top without a bra, hops on the couch next to you, then gets fake-shy when your eyes drift. You get these little moments where she catches you peeking through a slightly open door while she’s changing, or you’re watching her through a mirror while she tries on a new outfit. It’s all animated, so there’s this extra bit of life in the way her body moves and jiggles when she sits down on the bed, or how she tugs at her too-small top like it’s the fabric’s fault her tits are big. The teasing is constant. You’re not just clicking through porn, it’s more like you’re trapped in a daily TikTok thirst trap, except she’s real inside the game and way too comfortable wandering around in tiny clothes. Played it on my phone on the bus once, instantly regretted it and also did not stop.

The best part, or the worst, depending how broken your brain is, is how slowly it escalates. You get those micro victories. A hug that lasts too long. Her asking if this outfit “isn’t too much” while clearly knowing exactly what it’s doing. A shower scene where you’re technically just “passing by” but the game holds the angle for one extra beat so you can watch the water run down her body. You’re not forced into heavy choices with giant pop-up menus or whatever, it’s more like you’re steering the vibe. Be patient and respectful, she opens up more. Push too much, she pulls back and goes all cold and you’re left staring at your screen like an idiot. There’s something hilarious about sitting there, phone in hand, arguing with a virtual girl for walking around half naked and then acting offended. But that’s the hook: the tension of living with her, wanting more, getting flash after flash of skin, that constant “almost” feeling. It’s all about watching, being watched, and pretending you’re not both into it when obviously you are.

Powerful demon lord trapped in a scrawny school boy body sounds almost like one of my old stage acts, just with less glitter and more tentacles. You start weak, in this very normal school corridor with shitty lockers and ugly tiles, and inside his head there is this arrogant, horny monster screaming about domination and corruption. I kind of love that contrast. On the outside you look like some skinny student that teachers ignore, inside you remember when whole kingdoms crawled to lick your feet. Then you realize here only girls can use magic, so you walk around surrounded by smug witches in skirts, and you are the only guy whose hands tingle with real power. This made me imagine a routine where I walk into the club in a boring uniform, then slowly peel it off and under it is all leather horns and chains, and the crowd only realizes halfway through what kind of creature they called on stage.

First big surprise for me was how much of the fun comes from watching. Not even touching. There is a scene early where you peek into a room and see a “proper” girl using her magic to practice, and the camera just lingers on her hands, the shine on her lips while she bites them, the way her huge tits bounce when she miscasts. It is like the game knows half the thrill is in that slow teasing. They let you breathe the corruption before you spread it. Then later you get your first taste of control, a tiny little mind nudge, and she goes from shy schoolgirl to moaning mess giving a sloppy blowjob in some storage room that smells like cleaning liquid. I swear I could smell the dust in there. That mix of dirty fantasy and stupid everyday detail made me laugh. Then I got annoyed because the mop bucket in the corner is weirdly high quality and shiny while her hair animation clips into her shoulder like crazy. Why they polish a bucket more than a milf’s hair, I will never understand, but my brain would not let it go.

The whole “only women use magic” thing slowly turns into your personal fetish buffet. Teacher with massive ass using spells to keep boys obedient, except you feel the spell hit you and you push back, twist it, and suddenly her eyes glaze and she is pressing you against the chalkboard, grinding that big ass like she wants to erase the homework with your cock. There is a milf at home too, very soft at first, that classic warm hug, and then you start using your power during sleep, slipping fingers under her clothes, pulling her top up just enough. The game really likes that sleep undressing stuff, clothes sliding off in slow motion, thin fabric catching on nipples. At some point I was less “demon lord of lust” and more creepy stagehand sneaking around between scenes, but then you get into full corruption gear, multiple holes filled by invisible demonic tentacles while you sit there smiling like a polite schoolboy, and it hits again: oh yeah, I am supposed to be a fucking monster. Foot jobs, hand jobs, saliva running over your shaft while you stand over a kneeling elf girl, transformation spells that twist a shy nerd girl into a thick-assed monster girl with claws who still calls you “master” and makes you lick her feet after she drained you twice. The free roaming is a bit messy, you wander, you click, sometimes nothing happens for too long, but when a scene finally triggers and you watch a proud magical girl slowly lose herself, begging for your cum, I caught myself planning how I’d mimic that on stage, hands on the pole, back arched, pretending some invisible demon is puppeting my hips. And then the next moment I’m just grumbling because the text box is covering her face right when she is about to swallow. Priorities.

Spring in this game does not feel soft and fluffy at all, it feels like your dick is clocking in for overtime and HR is looking the other way. You wake up as this regular office dude in Japan, nothing special, but the whole vibe is like the city itself is horny. Sakura outside, blue light from your monitor inside, and every woman you bump into looks like she walked out of a horny anime Discord server. Thick thighs, huge tits almost spilling from office blouses, tight skirts that should be illegal, that kind of energy. The style is anime, but not that budget stuff, more like someone told an AI “make a woman that ruins my life” and then actually used the result. Boobs bounce when they lean over your desk, that kind of hypnotic jiggle that makes you misclick in your Outlook tab. Sometimes the animation is a bit stiff, then next scene her ass moves like it has its own physics engine, totally scuffed but in a way that hits.

The dating part is simple on paper and still had me staring at the screen like a clown. You pick lines in conversation, try not to sound like a creep, fail, reload, repeat. There is your office colleague who pretends to be all proper, blazer tight over her chest, glasses, polite bow and then you manage to say the right stupid thing and she blushes so hard the whole mood flips. One moment she is complaining about work, next moment she is in your tiny apartment, bra on the floor, riding you slow with this soft little moan loop that made me forget my Spotify was still on. There is another girl you meet by accident, not saying how, but her ass in that casual outfit had me alt tabbing to Telegram to scream in caps. Vaginal scenes hit fast once you stop being shy in dialog. You are kissing against the wall, her pantyhose halfway down, your dick sliding in, her tits bouncing in your face, the camera angle not pretending to be romantic at all. It is messy, wet sounds, her mouth open, tongue out a bit, that lazy anime look when she is pretending she is not obsessed. And at the same time you still gotta pick if you text her in the morning or leave her on read like a psycho.

Lowkey I wish there was more to actually do between the horny moments, but also I really do not want that, I just click through office scenes like I am speedrunning unemployment. Some of the dialogue feels like it was written by Google Translate after three beers, then suddenly one line is so on point I had to pause and laugh. Tits sometimes look bigger from one angle than the next, like they change size when you blink, but whatever, Twitch chat would spam BOOBA and move on. I kept telling myself I would go for the sweet romance route, slow burn, flowers, all that, and three clicks later I was raw dogging on a tiny bed with her legs locked behind my back, creampie CG popping up with that shiny white mess dripping out. If you want to squeeze all the juice out of it, spam save slots like a degenerate, pick the flirty lines even when they feel too much, and do not skip the “boring” daytime chats, that is where the game quietly flips from cute to “oh fuck, we are actually doing this on her office chair now”. Just let yourself be horny and stupid, the game clearly expects it.

Keigo coming back to town already feels like cheap porn setup, and this game just leans into it without pretending otherwise. You load it up on your phone, see that familiar orange-haired dude with his smug domestic life, and right away you know what lane this goes to. Ichigo has the house, the job, the hot wife with huge tits making small talk in the kitchen, and you are literally the extra guy on the couch. The funny thing is how the game really makes you sit in that loser role. Early on you are just walking around as Keigo, opening menus, checking basic stats, doing small jobs, feeling broke, while Orihime is in the background being sweet and soft and stacked like two watermelons trying to escape her shirt. The animations kick in slowly, not instantly, and that weird delay actually made the first proper lewd scene hit harder than I expected. One moment you are just helping her in the kitchen, next moment your brain is going, "oh fuck, I should not want my friend's wife bent over that table like this," and the game goes, "too late, idiot," and the scene starts flowing.

The corruption vibe is handled more through gradual choices and repeated scenes than any complicated system. You flirt a bit, you stare too long at her ass while she leans forward to clean the table, there is this tiny animated jiggle that honestly got way more of my attention than the big events later. Like, who the hell animates the little side-bounce of her tits when she just turns around to pass you tea? That one stupid motion made me replay the same moment in the gallery more than the full-on sex scenes. And yet, when it actually reaches fucking, they do not hold back. You get the straight vaginal sex with Orihime that starts all guilty and nervous, with her trying to whisper that "Ichigo might come back," then frames cut tighter and tighter until you are literally seeing your dick vanish inside her, white cream pouring out while she shakes. Creampies are not teased, they are just shown full center. Then later, when that line is crossed, she starts dressing differently around you, like the dev is going "ok, she is corrupted now, you broke the dams, go nuts." Not very subtle, but this is porn, not Shakespeare.

What really sells the parody angle for me is how all the other girls show up like some scuffed gacha pool in a bootleg mobile game. You wander a bit more, boom, Rukia in casual clothes acting all strict while your choices push her into compromising situations. Rangiku just appears with this insane stacked chest that looks like the artist was angry at gravity. Yoruichi shows up like a cheat code you accidentally triggered, suddenly naked in catlike poses, animated with this lazy confidence that screams "you are not worthy but I'm bored, so fine." Netorare fans will probably be grinning, because Keigo might be the thief here, but the game never lets you forget that these women are, in some way, attached to Ichigo's orbit. Every time his name drops in the middle of a sex scene, it adds that dirty little stab of "ok, this is fucked," especially when Orihime moans and mentions him while you are the one balls deep. It is messed up, and then five seconds later you are spamming the continue button to see if the next unlock shows more of Rangiku's ass in motion. The 2D animations are not perfect, there are a few loops that look slightly awkward if you stare too long, but then the angle changes and suddenly you are just focused on the way her big ass bounces on Keigo's lap and your inner critic shuts up. I wish the game let you tweak more minor stuff like text speed or let you mute Ichigo's existence for one route, but that is never going to happen and maybe it should not. The whole sick little charm here is that you are the side character stealing the main hero's happy endings, one creampie at a time.