You start as this broke college guy walking into Burgmeister & Royce like you’re gonna fix your life, then the game just grabs you by the dick and drags you into absolute chaos. Classes? Technically there. But the real “curriculum” is trying not to cum in your pants every five minutes while sorority girls flash you during a stupid drinking game, your landlady “forgets” to close her bathroom door, and your so-called bros push you into shit you know your dad would beat your ass for if he saw it. It’s that filthy campus fantasy where everyone’s way too hot, way too horny, and somehow nobody ever remembers underwear exists.

The sex stuff doesn’t even wait politely. One minute you’re doing some harmless point and click around your crappy dorm room and the next you’re peeping through a slightly open door, catching twins in a lesbian makeout session that is very much not “innocent experimenting.” They drag you in if you pick the right lines and suddenly you’re in this messy tangle of tongues, fingers, one of them riding your face while the other forces your cock between her tits and laughs in your ear about how fast you’re shaking. Later you can pretend you’re a romantic guy, taking a shy virgin girl on a normal date, hand in hand, giggling, then end the night with her masturbating in your lap inside a parked car because she “isn’t ready for penetration yet” but still wants your cum all over her stomach. The game swings from sweet to downright filthy in like two clicks and never apologizes.

What surprised me is how much it leans into power stuff without making it feel like a cheap porn menu. Sometimes you’re the one groping, pulling panties down behind a bar counter while your milf boss pretends she doesn’t notice, and sometimes you end up on your knees with a dominant school queen slapping you with a strap-on, telling you to open wider while her roommate records it on her phone through the keyhole. There’s this whole turn based combat thing tied to frat wars and campus gangs that looks silly at first, then suddenly you’re planning who to bring to a fight because winning opens new prostitution side gigs and losing might end with a humiliating scene where the rival guys use your girl for group sex while you’re forced to watch, dick hard and useless. I wish the game let you punch one particular smug asshole in the balls during a combat segment, it just sits there in my head every time that scene plays. Anyway, between interracial threesomes in trashy motel rooms, anal quickies in the library stacks, puzzle bits to unlock voyeur routes, and that one lesbian romance that somehow feels more emotional than all your straight routes combined, it’s less like a clean dating sim and more like getting lost in the filthiest campus rumor mill ever, where every rumor turns into a clickable scene and half of them end with a creampie dripping down someone’s thigh.

War is technically happening somewhere in Ahras, but this game treats it like background noise while you’re busy staring at tits and trying to remember which herb makes people extra horny and which one just makes them lactate like a busted tap. You’re not a hero, you’re an alchemist refugee who stumbled into this “safe” city that looks peaceful on the surface and then slowly shows you it’s basically a fuck buffet with a fantasy veneer. The guild hires you because they need potions, but everyone treats you less like a worker and more like a walking excuse to experiment on their own bodies. You sit in this little workshop, surrounded by bottles, stains on the table that probably aren’t all chemical, and a constant stream of adventurers with big asses, bigger chests, and problems that can always, somehow, be solved by you touching them a bit too much while “checking side effects”.

One of the early moments that hooked me is when this knight girl comes in, all stoic, armor too tight around her tits, complaining about fatigue and sore muscles. You brew a stamina tonic, misjudge the ratio on purpose, and she ends up flushed, nipples hard and leaking through her tunic as the potion pulls milk from somewhere deep in her body. She tries to keep a straight face while her breasts get heavier, her voice shaking as she asks if this is “normal for alchemy”. You don’t even answer, you just ask to “inspect for adverse reactions” and suddenly you’re cupping those huge, warm tits, thumb brushing a nipple while milk beads at the tip, and she’s trying not to moan in the middle of the lab. The art sells it: soft lines, slightly messy, like a sketch that got horny and refused to stop. Nothing too polished, which actually fits the setting; it feels like a dirty notebook you shouldn’t be reading at work, yet here we are. I played this on my phone in the bathroom at the office using Firefox and honestly, it was dangerously manageable. One hand scrolling, the other hand, well. Let’s just say Face ID almost failed after.

The game plays loose and lazy with time. One moment you’re buying ingredients from a smug cat-eared merchant girl whose tail won’t stop twitching when you brush against her, the next you’re babysitting a monster girl party member whose idea of testing a transformation potion is to ask you to grope her thighs while they shift. The sandbox feeling is there: you pop open the menu, poke around quests, forget the main story because some stacked cow-girl adventurer just unlocked a “special” alchemy route involving milking tools and “stress relief”. There’s teasing everywhere. Furry ears getting pulled, tails wrapped around your waist, hips grinding your lap under the excuse of “balance training”. One scene has a mage using you as a chair while reading, your hands pinned under her ass, and when you finally wriggle free she smirks and “accidentally” spills a potion that makes her clothes almost transparent. The story pretends to care about redemption and trauma, then ten minutes later you’re testing a breast enlargement recipe on a shy healer who’s clearly into you fondling every new inch. I kept getting annoyed that the merchant’s inventory page loads like half a second slower on mobile than the other screens and then forgetting it mid-fap because the next CG drops some new angle of a fat ass sitting on your face. It’s messy, horny, weirdly cozy, talks about war like it’s weather, and treats bodies like clay you can knead, pinch, fill, and milk until everyone’s panting and your workshop smells like sex and herbs.

Man, this is one weird fucking tech demo that somehow manages to be both frustrating and oddly compelling at the same time. You're basically this dude wandering around what feels like a broken RPG where everyone's stuck in NPC mode - they just stand there doing their programmed routines until you click the right spots or say the magic words. But here's where it gets interesting: you can bypass all that bullshit and just... do stuff to them anyway. The elf chick by the fountain? She'll keep talking about fetch quests while you're literally groping her tits. It's like the game world doesn't give a shit about consent mechanics, which is both the whole point and kinda unsettling if you think about it too hard.

The art's decent enough - nothing groundbreaking but the monster girls look fuckable and the animations don't make your eyes bleed. There's this one scene with a demon girl where she's going through her dialogue tree about needing rare herbs while you're balls deep in her ass, and she just keeps talking like nothing's happening. It's absurd but somehow works? The oral scenes are probably the best animated ones, especially when you get the exhibitionism stuff going in the town square. Everyone just walks by like it's Tuesday. Actually, wait - I think I complained about the dialogue being repetitive but honestly some of the NPC responses when you interrupt their scripts are pretty funny.

Look, it's clearly unfinished and rough around the edges. The point-and-click interface feels clunky sometimes, and there's this annoying bug where characters get stuck mid-animation. But there's something genuinely unique about the whole "reality doesn't apply to the player" concept that kept me clicking around longer than I expected. It's like playing god in the horniest possible way, which... yeah, that's probably the appeal right there.

First time I launched *House of Shinobi*, I kinda laughed because the main menu music tried *so hard* to sound grand and brooding that it looped in this weird offbeat way - almost like the composer’s laptop was overheating. But then something strange happened. I got pulled in. The way the game paces itself - slow, quiet scenes between sudden bursts of raw, filthy intensity - reminds me of watching late-night anime on a borrowed DVD player when the volume button didn’t work and you had to ride the tension between “God, this is hot” and “Please don't let anyone walk in.” That feeling’s still there, buried under all the messy UI. I swear I stared at the save screen for full five minutes wondering which thumbnail was my actual progress. But that’s kind of the point: it’s accidental intimacy mixed with clunky obsession.

When the game goes erotic, it doesn’t hold back. The moans aren’t cleanly recorded; they’re layered like someone mixed them through an old cassette filter, and somehow it fits better than most ‘HD’ adult games. The scenes with Tsunade and Hinata hit different moods - one warm and messy, the other oddly gentle, like you’re being dared to keep eye contact. It’s not just pixel art but deliberate rhythm: the breathing, the softened thuds, the moment right before a slap lands. Even the humiliation stuff - which I usually skip - felt written by someone who hates and loves their characters at once. That inner contradiction, man… it gets under your skin.

The funny part? Every now and then, the sandbox sections drag you into managing chores or wandering alleyways, like filler episodes in the middle of chaos. I both hated and loved it. It kinda reminded me of grinding in *Honey Select* but with accidental moral consequences. And let’s be honest: nobody needs a moral lesson after three back-to-back creampie routes, yet when Kushina looks at you afterward and says nothing, that silence lingers. Maybe the game isn’t trying to say anything deep. Or maybe it’s mocking the idea that desire ever needed a reason. I still don’t like the font, though.

It starts quiet, like one of those evenings when you swear you’re just checking something small before bed. I thought it was gonna be a quick “help Melory with homework” kind of clicker thing, but nah - this thing gets under your skin fast. The tension builds and then tilts sideways; suddenly you’re the guy making dumb choices while a soft-spoken girl grins like she knows exactly what you’ll do next. It doesn’t feel scripted half the time, more like an awkward memory you’re re-living. The way her voice dips right before teasing a boundary - that’s what caught me. You don’t even realize how deep the game wants to push until every tiny decision spirals into something filthier, or sweeter, depending on your mood.

The strangest part? I actually cared about the damn story for a second. There’s this older woman - Melory’s mom maybe, can’t remember - and she pulls off that fake calm thing way too well. One minute you’re blushing through a foot scene, next she’s lecturing you like some goddess who read your search history. And yeah, it’s heavy on the domination bits, anal teases, stuff that’d make your phone pause mid-loadscreen, but somehow none of it feels cheap. Even the sleep scenes - they make you uncomfortable in that weird way where you still click *next* without thinking. The ASMR moments are hit or miss, honestly; sometimes sexy as hell, other times they just sound like the mic brushing against a pillow, but whatever, it fits the messy, intimate rhythm of the game.

I hate that bottle mini-game though. It’s supposed to be random, but I swear it always lands on the person I didn’t want stripped that round. Maybe that’s the point? It messes with you, keeps that frustration humming right between curiosity and guilt. By the time things twist into those cross-path routes - with trans, maid, interracial, even golden shower endings - you kinda stop worrying about which kink is next and just ride the chaos. The mix of control and shame here works almost too well. Makes you breathe slower. Or hold it. Hard to tell which.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.

Uni feels like someone took every messy fantasy I never admit on Tinder chats, threw it into a city, then told a slightly confused girl to just deal with it. You’re in her shoes, this “good” student in a school uniform that is way too tight to be realistic, stuck in a city where everyone wants something from her. Teachers stare too long, classmates test her limits, random creeps on the train “accidentally” brush her ass and you get that little menu in your head: ignore, flirt, let it go further, turn it into blackmail material. It’s like playing your own corruption arc, where sometimes you mean to keep her pure and then you click the wrong thing on your phone half asleep and suddenly she is on a slutty path, doing handjobs for “pocket money” behind a bar and pretending she is fine with it.

What I liked is how normal it starts. Wake up, check the phone, go to school, get harassed in the hallway because of course some guy corners her near the lockers, and you have that moment of “push him away” or “let him grope a little to get info.” Then later that same girl is on the same hallway, boobs practically falling out after you chose a more daring outfit, and other girls are eyeing her like they want to own her. The female domination stuff hits harder than I thought. There is this scene where a more mature girl basically toys with her in the bathroom, fingering her until she is shaking, then just leaves her there dripping and late for class, and you can’t tell if she hates it or if her body is just betraying her. And then later the same MC goes and uses her feet on some loser she met through that trashy dating app in-game, like she learned it from somewhere. On my phone, by the way, on the bus, pretending I read emails while she gives a sloppy blowjob in a dark alley to avoid paying for something. I’m there like, yeah, same, I also sell my dignity for discounts, just not with my mouth.

There is a kind of cruel humor in how the game treats “virgin” status. You try to keep her untouched, play her like a serious student, picking the safe jobs, staying away from the bar shifts, and then the voyeur events just keep showing up. Some dude records her stripping for a dare, another route has a teacher taking pictures under the desk, and you know these will be used for blackmail later. You kind of feel it in your stomach when she is forced to do group stuff just to keep things quiet. One of my runs turned into full prostitution without me actually going “ok, now she is a hooker,” it was just a bunch of small “fine, just this once” choices. Late shift at a sleazy club, some guy grabs her tits, she doesn’t complain because she needs the money, then the manager offers extra cash if she goes to the backroom and “takes care” of a client with her mouth. Then you’re juggling schedule like some sick management sim: school in the morning, part time work, then at night she’s on a couch with two older women and one dude, tongue between thighs while someone is filming on their phone, and her thoughts are all confused. Sometimes she likes being watched, sometimes she panics. The NTR flavor sneaks in too, with her dating some poor shy guy, then cheating on him in a toilet stall at a party, moaning louder because people in the line can hear. Or she ends up being used by his friend while he is in the next room. I kept thinking “why am I doing this to her” while still pushing the more extreme buttons. The whole thing feels dirty in a way that sticks, like closing Pornhub and your screen reflection looks back at you and you go “ok, I’m the problem.” Except here the city is the problem. Or the girl is. Or it’s just me tapping the wrong choice on purpose. Hard to say.

You start as this smug dark side guy who thinks he’s hot shit because he pulled off a Sith ritual and chained Ahsoka’s mind to his. On paper she’s your slave, in practice she still looks at you like she’d cut your balls off if the collar slipped for one second. That’s basically the whole tone of the game: she’s forced, but not broken, and your job is to grind her down day by day, scene by scene, until that stubborn Jedi “justice” crap turns into “please use me, master” while she’s dripping on the floor. It’s not subtle at all. Morning you push her out into the world to earn credits by doing “jobs”, night you drag her back to your quarters and spend those credits to push her one more step into filth. The first time I sent her to work and she came back pissed, trying to keep her arms over her tits while the game quietly shows how many guys groped her, yeah, that got my attention pretty fast.

What I liked is how simple the loop is, but the scenes feel like they’re escalating in a way that makes sense. Early on, she does basic tasks with a lot of attitude, yelling at you, refusing anything that feels too sexual. You try to touch her ass and she slaps your hand away, calls you a monster, all that Jedi talk, and you don’t get shit out of it except a hard dick and a “not enough corruption” note. A few nights later, same scene, but now your hand stays on her ass a bit longer, she still protests but her eyes avoid yours, she breathes faster. Push it again and suddenly she’s letting your fingers slip between her cheeks while she bites her lip and pretends it’s “only because of the spell”. Yeah right. And when you finally make her masturbate for you, she tries to keep her legs closed while your character just keeps ordering her to spread wider. The camera loves those internal view shots when you finally creampie her, showing how deep your cock is buried. It’s dirty in a very focused way: butt stuff, mouth, pussy, hands, toys, repeat, but each time with more submission and less resistance, until she’s doing group sex to farm credits and you barely even have to tell her.

Don’t go in expecting big epic Star Wars story. There is a bit of vibe, some nods to different species and places, but this is not about politics or lore. This is about turning one specific orange alien with big tits and a perfect ass into your personal fuck doll. You get your anal, your oral, sloppy bukkake sessions where she kneels there covered in cum stains across her face and lekku while NPCs laugh, and she still throws in these weak little protests like “this isn’t me” right after she swallows on command. I’m usually pretty vanilla, I like regular sex and maybe some light dom stuff, so the whole prostitution angle and selling her out for group scenes was a bit much for me at first. Then I sent her once “just to see”, watched her come back fucked stupid with jizz leaking out, credits chinking in, and my brain went “ok, I get it now”. If you like being the one in control, telling a proud girl what to do until she finally begs for more cock in every hole at the same time, this thing is basically a corruption simulator with a Star Wars skin and a big focus on Ahsoka’s body getting used, filled and owned. It’s rough, it’s shameless, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Memory hits you like a drunk kiss: messy, off-target, and a little too slow. You wake up in some rich-looking place that obviously isn’t yours, and your brain is basically an empty save slot. No name, no past, nothing. What you do have is a body that works just fine and a house full of women who look like they walked out of the “forbidden” tab in your Pornhub history. They act like they know you. Or like they’re supposed to know you. That weird tension is the best part: everyone fakes normal life, but every glance hangs one second too long, every “accidental” touch lasts a bit more than polite. You’re the only guy in the house, and the game never lets you forget that. Walking through the hallway feels like scrolling a sex playlist. The “mom, but maybe not really mom, calm down, it’s a porn game” type with a ridiculous ass bent over the washing machine, the soft-spoken one sitting on the couch with her tits half-slipping out of her top, the one who pretends she’s not checking you out while you pass behind her. It all looks too clean, too posed, like those 3D porn renders you hide behind boring folder names, and the game leans into that. Every scene is like you just paused a premium video at the best moment and then someone told you, “Ok, now unpause and go touch her.”

What I liked is that the seduction is actually slow when it wants to be, then suddenly horny as fuck. You sit at the table, she passes you a drink, her fingers brush your hand, and the camera kind of lingers on her chest when she leans in. Later you’re in her room, “helping” her find something on the floor, your hand ends up on her hip, then a little lower, and she doesn’t pull away. Next thing you know, her ass is pressed into your crotch and you get that choice: be a fake gentleman or push it. Pick the fun option and the game rewards you with those porn-mag angles: your hand under her shirt, thumb grazing her nipple, that slow squeeze while she pretends to protest but her breathing gives her away. They really like teasing here. Like, there’s a scene where you can just stand in the doorway and watch her shower through the slightly open door. The steam, her fingers between her legs, the water sliding over her huge tits, and you’re there like a creep, jerking off quietly with your phone screen lighting your face like some cursed incognito tab. The game actually sold me on the handjob scene more than on some of the full sex stuff: her on her knees, close-up on her lips while she whispers shit she definitely shouldn’t say to a guy who might be related, her hand wrapped around you, playing with the tip, smearing precum with this lazy, confident movement that says she’s done this before. Oral and anal show up too, obviously, and there’s this one anal moment where she tries to pretend it hurts “too much” while still pushing back on you, and the look on her face is that perfect mix of “you’re too big” and “don’t you dare stop.” There are creampies that land exactly where they should, dripping out in these thick strings, and the romance angle kind of sneaks in, because between all the filthy shit she sometimes looks at you like she actually cares who you are, not just what you can do with your tongue. It’s trashy, it’s horny, it’s a little bit wrong on purpose, and it knows exactly which sick little fantasies live on your phone.