You start the game literally as a corpse, which already feels different from all the usual “new semester at horny academy” stuff. You’re dead, you’re on the table, and then your childhood friend drags in an angel and a demon, does this sketchy ritual that looks like something she half-learned from hentai and half from a scam YouTube occult channel, and suddenly you’re back in your own body. Kind of. You’re still you, just with this creepy awareness that these three girls basically own your second life. And they act like it. From the first POV scene you can feel that vibe: you’re the male protagonist, you talk, you react, but they keep grabbing your face, pushing your head between tits, grinding their big asses on you, like you’re some resurrected toy they saved for their own fun. It slips between teasing and straight up domination pretty fast. One moment the angel girl is all “we only want to help you adjust” with this choir-like soft music in the back, next moment she’s riding you, wings spread, drooling a bit, ahegao face and everything, saying she needs your “holy seed” to stabilize your soul. Sure. Totally medical reason.

The fantasy angle makes the harem thing feel almost logical. You have the childhood friend, who acts like a tsundere milf trapped in a younger body, always pretending she cares about your “safety” while sitting on your lap in just a shirt, rubbing your cock with lazy hips while lecturing you about not dying again. Then the demon girl shows up with horns, tail, big tits barely staying in some cosplay-looking outfit, and she’s pure chaos. She’ll pin you down, sit on your face, use your tongue like it’s contract payment, then five minutes later let you ram her ass until she’s shaking, only to smirk and call you her “pet hero”. There’s this scene where she gives you a handjob under the table while the angel talks about “spiritual balance” and you’re trying to click dialogue options without blowing your load too early. By the way, the clicking sound effect is weirdly loud, I kept thinking my neighbors could hear it more than the moans and that annoyed me way more than it should. Anyway. The monster girl race that killed you is also in the mix, but instead of hating them you basically end up fucking them. There’s a furry type with fluffy ears who pretends to be shy, then suddenly she’s giving you a sloppy blowjob, licking all the way to your balls, looking up with those wet eyes, then pushing your dick between her tits for a messy titfuck that ends in creampie between her breasts and she’s giggling like it’s the best thing ever. Game just shrugs and moves on.

I liked how the camera hugs the POV angle most of the time. When someone gives you a footjob, you really feel like you’re the one pinned on the bed, her toes curling around your shaft, heel pressing against your balls, and the sound of slick skin and her tiny breathy laughs in your ear. There’s a voyeurism bit where your resurrected body isn’t quite “stable” yet, so you wake up half transparent in a room and watch Misaki-like teacher character masturbate on her desk, fingering herself, pressing her big ass against the chair, whispering your name even though she thinks you’re dead. You can’t touch, you can only watch, camera slowly sliding around her as she grinds on her own hand, and then later, when you finally get solid again, she corners you in a corridor and calmly tells you she knows you were looking. Then she grabs your hand, presses it against her ass, makes you grope her in this quiet hallway while students walk somewhere offscreen. She smiles like a predator and edges you on purpose, only letting you cum when she’s got you buried in her pussy, milking you dry with these slow, deep thrusts that feel almost too intimate compared to the wild group sex scenes where everyone is climbing on top of you, swapping from oral to anal to vaginal like it’s a competition. The moans sometimes loop a bit awkward, and a couple of lines sound like they recorded them in a closet, but honestly that roughness kind of fits the whole “forbidden ritual brought you back just to turn you into a walking sex magnet” mood. Also, the way one girl keeps calling you “small fry” even while she’s riding you raw until your cum spills out of her and drips down her thigh really annoyed me. I kept waiting for a scene where you finally shut her up properly, never got it.

There’s something dirty and oddly charming about how this game throws you into the Star Wars universe and just says, “Yeah, screw the rules, you’re in charge now.” It’s not subtle, not elegant, and that’s the fun of it. You play this nameless guy - could be a smuggler, could be a fallen Jedi, doesn’t matter - and you’re basically collecting some of the galaxy’s most famous women. Ahsoka, Padmé, Bo-Katan, Aayla… they all end up in your orbit, and none of them are safe from your hands, or mouth, or whatever toys you decide to use. It’s rough, messy, and surprisingly story-driven for something that’s mostly about who’s getting fucked next. The dialogue swings between dark humor and raw lust, like someone writing fanfiction at 3 drinks in. Sometimes it’s cringe, sometimes it’s hot as hell. Both work.

The scenes don’t hold back either. You’ll go from a teasing handjob in a dim cell to a full-on group session that feels like a twisted Jedi Council meeting gone sexual. There’s this one bit with Barriss that starts all defiant - she spits at you, all attitude - and ends with her begging for more while you’ve got her bent over the interrogation table. The sound design makes it even filthier than it should be. I swear whoever did the moans knew exactly what they were doing. And the whole domination angle? It’s heavy but not cartoonish. You can tell the devs actually wanted the power dynamic to feel intense, not just checkbox kinky.

I kept expecting the fantasy to break, for it to feel too game-y or fake, but somehow it doesn’t. The mix of control, humiliation, and that weird sense of ownership over these iconic women - it’s disturbing and erotic in equal measure. You might feel guilty for enjoying it, but that’s part of the kick. The galaxy’s never looked this depraved, and honestly, I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Thomas is that kind of guy every Overwatch nerd pretended to be back when D.Va voice lines were stuck in our heads all day. Except here he actually did it. He is in the team, he sleeps in her bed, he knows exactly how loud she moans when you pull her pigtails and shove her face into the mattress. On paper the relationship looks perfect: famous Korean mecha princess, loyal boyfriend, fans screaming her name on Twitch while she rides his cock after a match like it is just another ranked game. But there is this tiny itch under his skin, like when Battle.net lags right when you ult. Everything is good, nothing is wrong, and yet he wants more. Dirtier. Meaner. Less “idol” and more “cum toy with cute cheeks”.

Then that weird mail shows up, like spam you should ignore but you click it anyway because horniness beats common sense every single time. It is not some big magic ritual or epic prophecy nonsense, it is more like someone slid a cheat menu into his life. One by one, the little options open up. Lower her shame. Boost her arousal in public. Crank up obedience when you whisper in her ear. And you just watch this bright, cocky pro gamer girl, who talks trash in voice chat and winks at cameras, slowly start blushing when you tell her to go out without panties under that tiny skirt. At first she protests, acts all “babo, we can’t, the fans!” and then she is sitting on your lap in the parked car, skirt hiked up, drooling around your dick while people walk right past the tinted window. That moment when she looks up with full ahegao eyes, lipstick smeared, and you realize she is way more into humiliation than she wants to admit, hits harder than any highlight reel.

The fun part is how it mixes the silly parody vibe with really rough stuff. One scene she is doing her cutesy “Nerf this!” type voice while riding a vibrating toy you control from your phone, pretending it is just “training gear” for long matches. The next night you have her tied up in some basement that looks way too close to a practice room, wrists burning against ropes, ass already red from spanking, and you are forcing her to count every slap in broken English while she tries not to scream your name. She cheats on you and it is still your win, because you ordered it. You push her into these messed up “swinging” setups where her so‑called allies get a taste of her, but she is trained so well that she only cums when you tell her she is allowed. The anal scenes hit weird too; the first time she is so proud and cocky, saying she can “tank anything”, then three thrusts later she is babbling like a drunk support player, clutching at you, mascara running, begging you not to film it while you obviously already did. Some bits are slow, like a ranked queue on a dead server, and sometimes the jokes miss, but then there is that one moment where she walks out on stage, still wet from the sex toy hidden inside her, winking at the crowd while you raise the vibration level on your phone, and suddenly all the little rough edges of the game feel on purpose.

Zombie porn and base micromanagement are apparently my new comfort food, because I opened this thing “just to check it” and suddenly my coffee was cold and everyone in my camp either wanted to fuck me, punch me, or both. You run this little search & rescue squad called the Angels, which sounds holy, but it’s basically a harem wrapped in barbed wire. One second you juggle ammo counts and scavenging routes, next second you’re deciding if the shy medic gets praise for patching you up or a collar for talking back. And the game really pushes that choice. Every time you click through events you’re stuck between “earn her trust, be the good guy” and “nah, break her in”. It’s not subtle. You watch their stats crawl up, corruption and obedience sneaking higher, and then suddenly a girl who refused to kiss you on day one is choking on your cock in the war room and thanking you for the honor. Or crying a bit while doing it, depending how much of an asshole you decided to be that run.

What I liked is how sex scenes feel like a payoff for how you play, not just random gallery junk. You walk in on one of the Angels masturbating in the shower after a brutal mission you sent her on, still shaking from adrenaline, and your choices in earlier dialogues decide if she slams the door in your face, invites you in and rides you until her legs give out, or ends up on her knees giving this messy, desperate blowjob because she “needs to feel alive”. Another time I had the tough-as-nails sniper, the one who never smiles, get caught sneaking into my room at night. I’d been pushing her obedience hard, going full controlling asshole. Instead of a shy confession scene, it turned into her standing at parade rest, naked, collar on, asking permission to present her tits. Next click and she’s on the table, legs spread, me breeding her raw while she stares straight ahead, trying to pretend she’s not moaning every time I push in. Then later, out on a scavenging run, she’s casually gunning down zombies with dried cum still streaked on her thigh like it’s just part of her gear, and nobody comments on it. Little things like that made me grin like an idiot. And yeah, some dialogue is clunky, some “hard choices” are actually just “do you want her to worship your cock now or ten minutes later”, and combat sometimes feels like an afterthought that exists mostly so you can justify why every woman in the camp is exhausted, sweaty, and ready to be used. But whatever. I still ended up scheduling night missions just to get my favorite Angel back in time for a chained-up titfuck in the command tent, with groaning zombies outside the fence while she begs me to fill her pussy again because “there might not be a tomorrow”.

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.

Okay so this game is basically what happens when someone takes the superhero genre and asks "but what if the hero was actually the bad guy and also horny as fuck?" You're playing this alternate reality "superhero" - and yeah those quotes are doing heavy lifting here - who's supposed to be conquering Earth for some empire. Starts off in a school setting which... look, I get it, gotta start somewhere, but the pacing feels weird jumping from corrupting classmates to taking down actual supervillains.

The mind control mechanics are pretty solid though, not gonna lie. There's this whole progression system where you unlock different powers and techniques, and watching characters slowly break down is satisfying in that dark way. Animation quality varies wildly - some scenes are smooth as butter while others look like they were made during a coffee break. The MILF characters are definitely the highlight, way better written than the younger cast. Combat system exists but it's basically just there to gate content, which honestly fine by me since I'm here for the corruption arcs not button mashing.

What really gets me is how the game handles the superhero parody stuff. Like one minute you're dealing with obvious Superman knockoffs, next you're in some BDSM dungeon scenario with a Wonder Woman clone getting her mind scrambled. The tonal whiplash is real but somehow it works? Maybe because it doesn't take itself too seriously. Sandbox elements let you replay scenes which is clutch for achievement hunting, though the gallery unlock system is janky as hell. Some animations won't trigger properly and I've had to restart entire playthroughs just to get that sweet 100% completion. The exhibitionism content hits different when you're making these "heroes" perform in public while their minds are completely fucked. Dystopian setting provides good backdrop for all the moral corruption happening, makes the whole enslaving humanity thing feel more justified in context.

Atlas is that kind of immortal asshole who thinks he has everything under control, and then one horny night just blows up four centuries of “peace” because he smells the wrong pussy in the wrong crowd. He is the prince of vampires, everyone whispers his name like he is some tragic hero, but in practice you are just a very old bastard with fangs, a hard dick, and a talent for attracting trouble with tits. You walk into this human party, sniff something strange, and there she is: Leyala. Gorgeous, guarded, looks like she could stab you or ride you, maybe both in same scene. She is hiding something huge, and of course the best way to get the truth is to push her against a wall and see how long she can keep secrets with your hand between her legs.

The whole thing plays like someone mixed horny Skyrim with a trashy vampire soap opera and Pornhub tabs left open in the background. One moment you are talking politics with ancient nobles, next moment you have three girls in your bed, two tongues around your shaft and one pretty little thing kissing your chest like you are some romantic idiot from a dating sim. There is a real “collect them all” vibe too. Dark skinned warrior milf who pretends she hates you while grinding her ass on your thigh. Shy asian mage who blushes like crazy the first time you make her stroke you under the table while the council is arguing about war. Blonde elf who says she is not into girls, then five minutes later is licking another woman’s pussy while you push your cock between their tits, using both their chests like one big slippery toy. The game just keeps stacking scenes like that, threesomes that suddenly become foursomes, a “simple” massage that turns into you giving an anal creampie because you clicked the slightly more rude option.

What I liked is how it does not rush the filth but still never forgets the point. You talk, you flirt, you roleplay the gentleman or the controlling bastard, you pretend to care about prophecies and realms, and then your “romantic moment” ends with you finishing all over a pretty ebony girl’s face while her best friend sits on your tongue, shaking and moaning loud enough that guards probably hear. Sometimes it feels almost sweet, like when you slowly help a nervous virgin relax, kissing her thighs, letting her ride you at her own pace, until she suddenly loses control and claws your chest when you cum deep inside. Then five minutes later you are ordering two experienced lesbians to put on a show for you in the bath, one of them sliding your cock between her ass cheeks while the other sucks the tip every time it pops out. It is messy, animated, completely unashamed, and the story keeps pretending it is about saving the Seven Realms when actually it is about how many different mouths, asses and tight wet holes one smug vampire prince can ruin before the world ends.

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.

Shiori looks like that perfect honor student you see on anime posters in the train, all serious face and huge chest squeezed into a clean uniform, but this game basically asks one question: what happens when that kind of girl gets addicted to being watched? Not in a romantic “notice me senpai” way, more like “watch me ride this bike while my skirt flies up and I pretend I don’t see you drooling”. It starts harmless enough, the whole cycling club thing, her trying to help out this small weak club that nobody cares about. Then she catches that girl exposing herself behind the school and it’s like something snaps. After that, every race feels less like sports and more like public masturbation with extra steps. You’re not just going for first place, you’re going for “how many guys in the crowd are fully hard by the finish line”.

The game is an RPG on paper, but honestly the important part is where you choose exactly how far Shiori is going to push it this time. You’re rolling around town in her school uniform on the bike, and little by little she starts treating the map like her own pervert playground. That corner near the park? Yeah, that’s the one where she pretends to fix her shoe, bends over way too much, and lets her panties ride up while office workers walk by. The empty street by the river? Perfect spot to slip a vibrator in, jump back on the bike and see how long she can keep pedaling before she has to pull over and rub her clit like crazy. Sometimes she’s trying to act composed, sometimes she just straight up spreads her legs on a bench and fingers herself while some random guy pretends to look at his phone. The censorship mosaic on the pussy is there, it’s an oldschool Japanese thing, but the animation still sells the whole “I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop” vibe. Her tits bounce around annoyingly well too, especially when she’s riding out of the saddle and the shirt is already half open. Cycling form? Terrible. H scene quality? Kinda dangerous if you’re playing one-handed.

Where it gets really wild is when her confidence goes up and you start stacking all the exhibition tricks like a horny skill tree. At first it’s just flashing her panties during a race, then she’s tugging her top up so you can see those big tits spilling everywhere, then she’s smearing body paint all over herself and using the bike like a sex toy. One moment she’s a serious council president pushing hard to win the race, next moment she’s jacking some random dude off behind the stands while still wearing her helmet. There’s this scene where she finishes a race way ahead, breathing hard, and instead of just celebrating she walks right in front of the crowd, pulls a toy out of her bag and starts sliding it inside herself, sweat dripping, guys staring, phones out, cum shots flying later when they drag her behind the tent and take turns, filling her pussy until there’s white stuff leaking down her thighs. Another time she loses on purpose, then kneels between the winner and some staff members and gives them messy handjobs with her tits pressed together, swallowing their cum and looking back at the stands like she wants someone to catch her. The game is full of those small fucked up details: her pretending to be embarrassed while clearly loving it, the way she grips the handlebars tighter when the vibe hits deep, how she keeps racing with semen already sloshing inside her, like a walking creampie trophy. Honestly, half the time I forgot there was even a “club to save” plot going on, I was just opening the in-game phone, hunting for the next spot where she could strip, get drenched in bukkake, or end a nice calm bike ride with a threesome that leaves her ass gaping and her face covered. It’s messy, pervy, kinda trashy in the best way, and somehow it fits this whole low-key cycling theme way better than it should.