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.

Amity Park is that kind of game where you open it on your phone “just to check something” and then suddenly you’re grinding ghost fights because you want to see one more filthy scene with Jazz or Maddie or whoever your brain is stuck on today. It looks like a silly parody at first, all school halls, lockers and ectoplasm jokes, but then the game quietly goes “yeah, anyway, here’s Danny getting his dick worshipped by a girl he used to just awkwardly stare at in class” and your productivity dies. You’re basically juggling two addictions at once: the turn based combat and the horny gallery hunt. Every ghost encounter feels like a weird mix of Pokémon and porn, like “okay I stun her, build meter, finish the fight” and secretly I’m just praying this leads to a corruption event or some voyeur scene in a locker room. Half the time I’m not even reading the dialogue properly, I’m scanning for the tiny signs that say, hey, this route is going to end with anal in the school janitor closet or titties pressed against the lab window while Jack Fenton walks past like an idiot.

What I like is how messy the whole thing feels, in a good way and sometimes bad. You jump from a handjob under the desk with one girl, to Madam Babazita doing some creepy ghost magic thing, to Desiree tempting you like a genie pornstar, then suddenly the story stops and goes “oh yeah, homework” and you’re back in class like your dick wasn’t in someone’s throat ten clicks ago. The incest angle with the Fentons is just thrown right at you, no shy build up. One moment Maddie is this serious MILF scientist, goggles and all, then a few scenes later she’s riding you with that ahegao face like she forgot she’s your mom and not some random nurse from a hentai doujin. Speaking of nurses, Nurse Kate shows up and honestly I spent way too much time replaying her stuff. The way the game leans into medical play, checking “vital signs” with her hand on your cock, that tiny animation of her glasses sliding down her nose while she strokes you, it stuck in my head longer than some full animations. I hate that her moan loop is a bit too short, it’s like one second off from being perfect, and it annoys me every single time, but I still go back to it like an idiot.

The combat is simple but it hits that stupid part of my brain that likes numbers and bars. You see Danny popping off with ghost powers, blocking projectiles, shocking enemies, and you’re not really thinking “strategy,” you’re thinking “if I clear this fast, maybe the game finally gives me that Paulina titfuck scene I saw teased on a forum.” When Princess Dorathea shows up in her dragon princess vibe, it feels like a boss from some mobile gacha, except instead of getting a new skin you’re chasing a scene where you end up fuckin her after beating her in battle, covered in ecto and sweat. Sometimes it gets weird and darker, like the possession stuff, Danny using his powers to peek, control, corrupt, or Sam and Valerie getting dragged into paranormal bullshit that ends with exhibitionism in public and everyone pretending it’s somehow normal. The game treats masturbation, toys, oral, anal, all that, like just another part of the school schedule. One day you’re doing Monster Dash crap outside, ghost chasing, next day you’ve got Jazz with her legs spread on your bed, vibrator in hand, staring at you with that “big brother, help me out” look that probably broke so many people’s morals. I was chasing 100 percent unlocks like a lunatic, checking scenes against random Google Docs, comparing saves across devices, even syncing screenshots to Dropbox like some horny archivist. And still, one little thing in the UI is mapped weird on mobile, every time I mis-tap that stupid button and open the wrong menu I want to scream, but I keep going because somewhere in there is one last unfinished route with Penelope Spectra or Ember or Valerie in full armor getting railed against a wall and my brain refuses to let that stay locked.

You’re flipping burgers in some sad McDonald’s, trying not to think about your life choices, and suddenly the world just glitches. Instead of the fryer you’re staring at Voldemort’s noseless mug while still smelling like burned oil. He basically speedruns the job interview: no contract, no payroll, just “congrats, you’re a Hogwarts professor now, go corrupt Hermione or die.” That’s the vibe. One second you’re asking “with or without pickles,” next second you’re being told to turn the golden girl of Hogwarts into a filthy bad witch who’d probably hex your dick off and then step on it in heels. And it somehow works. The game just tosses you into Hogwarts like you slipped in through a fanfic side door, but now you’ve got powers and authority and absolutely no HR department watching you. You walk around this parody Hogwarts, talk shit, try not to piss off the Dark Lord, and slowly poke at Hermione’s “perfect girl” shell until it cracks and she starts looking at you like homework she wants to do on her knees.

Hermione here is not the shy bookworm people pretend she is. She starts strict, naggy, all “rules, rules, rules,” but you can see the dev really enjoys turning her into a problem. Clothes get shorter, poses get bolder, she starts throwing those “this is wrong” lines while obviously loving every second. It’s that slow corruption style where your choices and little events stack up. You tease her in class, you nudge her into “practical lessons,” you catch her after hours when the halls are empty and the only magic that matters is making her legs shake. Some of the scenes get wild, especially once she starts using magic while you’re already inside her. Stuff floats, lights flicker, she struggles between being the good little prefect and the girl whose tits are basically falling out of her uniform. And yeah, they made sure she is… very stacked. Ass too. This is the type of Hermione who could smother the entire Gryffindor common room just by sitting down. There’s one moment where she’s bent over a desk “studying” and honestly you forget there’s a world outside the screen. Then suddenly Voldemort checks in and you remember you’re technically supposed to be doing evil, not just horny.

Side note, Bellatrix here completely steals scenes she’s in. She shows up as your twisted assistant, like some goth HR rep from hell whose only job is helping you ruin Hermione while laughing in your face. Half the time she’s mocking you, half the time she’s lowkey ready to ride you till your spine folds, and you never fully know which one you’re getting. She offers “advice” that might help you or might screw your mission and it’s kinda funny how you still click it like an idiot. There’s this bit where she’s explaining how to break Hermione’s resistance and she’s doing it while basically pressing her huge tits into you, like girl, how am I supposed to listen to your evil lecture when your cleavage looks like a death trap I want to fall into. And then the game just casually throws Arcueid in there like it’s the most normal crossover in the world. McDonald’s wage slave turned Hogwarts professor trying to corrupt Hermione with Bellatrix coaching him, and suddenly the blonde chaos vampire girl pops up in this Harry Potter parody like “sup, I’m here now.” It’s stupid, but in the fun way, like a meme that went on too long and became art by accident. The whole thing feels a bit scuffed, a bit random, a lot horny, and somehow that mix of big tits, big asses, magic tricks and dark humor just keeps your hand on the mouse when you said you’d close it after “one more scene.”

A kinda funny thing happens when you start this game. It looks like yet another “average dude, average campus, surprise magic” story, and then suddenly you’re balls deep in theology, monster tits and emotional damage at the same time. The protagonist is that cliché hybrid of demon and angel, but he doesn’t remember any of it, so at first he’s basically a horny exchange student with a softboy face. You’re in this foreign country, pretending to be normal, flirting with this quiet green–eyed girl in class, and the game keeps throwing small hints that something is very wrong with both of you. Not in a “haha quirky” way, more like “why did her eyes glow when she kissed you behind the building and why did the air literally vibrate when you slipped your hand under her shirt”. The sex hits pretty fast, which I respect: that first scene where she climbs on top, riding you slowly on that cheap dorm bed, boobs bouncing in this almost hypnotic 3D animation, actually feels weirdly intimate. You see his hand shaking, not from fear but because his body is reacting to some buried power, like he’s about to cum and ascend to a shitty god at the same time.

Then it gets messy in a good way. You go back to your own country, you try to continue “normal life” with porn tabs open in the background, texting her on Telegram like a lovesick idiot, trading pics that start innocent and become “oh, that’s definitely a monster girl tail in the corner of the frame”. When she finally comes to visit, the romance flips into this harem snowball. Girls start orbiting around him: a demon-looking one with horns that curve like they want to grab your hips, a busty magic user who pretends she’s here only to “study your aura”, and I swear there is one scene where you’re supposed to be in danger but the camera spends a full minute slowly moving over a pair of massive tits while the dialogue talks about the fate of the world. The vaginal sex scenes are unapologetic: you see wetness, you see her pussy stretch when you push in, and sometimes the superpowers kick in during orgasms. One time, after fucking the green–eyed girl in the shower, every tile in the room cracks when you both cum, and she laughs like it’s normal that her climax breaks physics. That mix of holy and horny, of angel blood glowing under his skin while he’s pounding into some monster girl who calls him “my little apocalypse”, feels almost philosophical by accident. Like the game is saying: you are literally built from contradiction, so why should your cock or your heart choose only one path. And then the game forgets its own big thoughts and has you rail another girl on a classroom desk while time is frozen outside the window, which is somehow even more honest.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

World full of people with crazy powers, and you start as the useless kid who can’t do shit. That’s the part that hooked me. Everyone’s out there throwing fire, stopping time, shattering walls, and you’re stuck in this school where your “talent” is being pathetic and horny. Then the game flips it. Your Genex kicks in and suddenly the loser becomes the guy monsters and girls both want to either fuck or kill. Sometimes both. The whole thing feels like someone mashed a hero anime, a gacha monster game from my phone, and a really filthy hentai, then forgot to clean the edges. You walk around school, talk, grind a bit, pick fights that you’re not really ready for, get wrecked, go again. Those turn based fights are simple but not boring, because half the tension is “am I gonna win” and the other half is “ok if I lose, how badly am I getting used.”

The sex is not some soft blurred romance bullshit either. There is real weight in how the game treats bodies. Huge tits that actually move when she rides you, asses that look like they could crush your ribs, monsters with extra limbs and extra holes that turn “multiple penetration” into something like a physics puzzle. One scene I keep thinking about: you’re fighting this monster girl who looks almost cute at start, like some shy transfer student with horns. She wrecks you in combat, pins you down, and suddenly there’s your cock in her mouth, your ass pinned, something wet sliding between your legs, and the camera just hangs there. You hear her voice, half moan, half mocking, and you feel weird because part of you is turned on and part of you’s like “is this still about being a hero or am I just a toy now.” And then it throws you back to the school corridors like nothing happened, classmates talking about homework while you’re walking around full of dried cum. The game never sits you down to explain the morality of it, it just shoves you into these situations and lets your brain do the philosophy after you’ve already jerked off.

I like how your power feels less like a gift and more like a curse that keeps giving you new ways to get in trouble. In one route you use it to protect a girl from some monster, big heroic move, and your reward is her thanking you with her lips around your dick in an empty classroom, her voice trembling in that lightly cheesy anime way while she tries not to gag. In another, same ability turns you basically into an accessory for a monster queen who treats you like living breeding tool, creampie after creampie until the screen is just sweat and white. The violence hits a bit harder than I expected from a porn game. When you punch something, you hear bones. When you lose, sometimes the scene starts with blood and ends with you still getting jerked off or ridden, so your own pain is just background to all this pleasure. It’s kind of fucked, but that’s also what gives the sex more bite. And yeah, the sandbox parts feel a little messy, like the dev just threw events across the map and said “you find them, whatever.” But that chaos kind of matches the whole vibe of a kid who suddenly has power and no clue what the hell to do with it, except fuck, fight, and pretend there’s some deeper meaning to all of it.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

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.

Guy is stuck in a life so dull it feels like when your phone freezes in the middle of a porn clip, and then suddenly he can toss trucks, melt steel, read people like horny little open books. That’s the vibe this game throws at you. You start as this regular dude, scrolling through shit, tired of everything, and then, bam, superpowers and way too many hot women in very tight outfits who absolutely do not dress for combat. Or maybe they do. I didn’t complain. The thing that surprised me is that it’s not just “click, fuck, next.” It plays more like a sandbox where you wander around, poke into people’s lives, use powers in dumb and smart ways, and slowly realize everyone around you has some twisted combination of drama, trauma, and really nice asses squeezed into latex.

What I liked most is that the game doesn’t pretend to be serious, but it still sneaks in some romance that actually hits a bit. One scene, you are talking to this older woman on the team, proper milf vibes, huge tits that look like they’re going to pop out every time she turns, and she’s giving you this fake “I’m your mentor” energy. Two clicks later she’s pinning you to a couch, hand around your cock, stroking slow while lecturing you about responsibility like some porn parody of a superhero movie. I laughed, then I was hard, then I felt slightly guilty, and the game seems to know it, because your character has those little inner thoughts that are half horny and half “am I a piece of shit for enjoying this?” Use your powers on her in the wrong way and she gets pissed, use them in the right playful way and suddenly she’s grinding on you, breathing in your ear, begging you to fuck her harder because “heroes should go all in.”

There’s a lot of focus on bodies. Big asses, bouncing tits, all that good stuff, but it doesn’t feel like a catalog. It feels more like you’re walking through horny comic panels that actually move. The first time you get a proper vaginal scene in a cramped office, it’s not this perfect porn angle. She’s on the desk, skirt around her waist, ass up, and the guy is trying not to knock over a stack of files while he rams into her. It looks clumsy in a good way, like real sex, with her moaning and swearing because the edge of the desk is digging into her thigh. There’s a handjob scene in a car that I replayed way too many times, just because of how stupidly intimate it felt: her bare feet on the dashboard, one hand on your dick, other hand lazily scrolling through a chat app on her phone while she teases you, like she’s multitasking boredom and pleasure. It’s not perfect. Some dialogue feels like the writer got distracted by Twitter halfway through. A character will say something hot, then suddenly make a weird joke that lands like a brick, and you’re sitting there thinking “why did you say that while my dick is out.” But then the game throws you a moment where you use your power to freeze a thug mid-punch, turn around, kiss your teammate slow, feel her push her big soft chest into you, and time snaps back the second her tongue slips in your mouth. And the thug just drops because apparently the universe pauses for your makeout session. That kind of stupid, horny, romantic bullshit made me grin for no good reason.

The mobile part is nice too, like you can be in bed, one hand on the screen, one hand under the blanket, tapping through scenes while pretending you’re reading something serious. Sometimes the powers feel more like an excuse to get girls naked than actual superhero thing, but I guess that’s the point. Never thought I’d watch a scene where a guy uses his strength to casually lift a woman up by her ass, fuck her against a wall, and then have a half-deep conversation about what it means to be a “symbol of hope” while her mascara is smeared and she’s still gasping. It’s dumb and kind of sweet and absolutely filthy, all at once.

Nightwraith feels like someone took a classic spandex comic, spilled horny brain all over it, and forgot to wipe it up. The main girl is this skinny but kind of thick redhead who wants to be a “serious superheroine” and then spends half the time with her tits out, yelling at thugs while her suit is falling apart. She talks a lot, which I liked and hated at same time. On one side it makes her feel like real person with attitude, on other side I’m reading her doing snarky banter while she’s getting her pussy destroyed and I’m thinking, girl, focus, you’re literally choking on a cock right now. The whole thing is superheroes stuff, capes and masks and stupid names, but the sex is the part that actually feels grounded. When she’s on her knees blowing a futa villain and trying not to gag, that’s actually more believable than the crime plot.

I’m a parent with teens in the house, and honestly, this game is 100% “I close the browser fast when someone walks past my door” material. It’s not just boobs and tongue. There is straight-up hardcore scenes: vaginal pounding, messy oral, cum on her face, futa-on-girl, her riding a trans heroine with a huge cock, all that. Superpowers are used in that very “of course porn would do this” way. She gets tossed around, pinned to walls, clothes ripped off with some flashy power, and then she’s getting fucked while arguing about justice. There is one moment where she’s trying to interrogate a girl with a dick and it just collapses into her ending up on her back, legs shaking, costume pushed to the side so you see everything. I liked that her costume doesn’t magically fix itself. Once her suit is shredded, it stays that way in the scene, breasts half hanging out, her ass almost fully bare while she’s still pretending she is a serious hero. The 3D-style models are sometimes hot and sometimes weird. In one shot she looks like a badass comic poster, in the next her eyes are doing that “Sims character just woke up” stare. It annoyed me for like 10 seconds, then I’m watching her tongue wrap around somebody’s shaft and I forget about it.

The Red Sirens gang is kind of funny, they’re “evil”, but most of what we see is them turning every encounter into something sexual. Like, yeah, yeah, city in danger, sure, but the real threat is that every girl on screen seems one wrong move away from ending up on all fours. What really messed with my head as a parent is that the game actually has some story and personality. She has this scrappy “I got this” vibe, she talks about proving herself, she tries to act tough, but the porn doesn’t care and just steamrolls that. One moment she’s swinging across rooftops, next she’s pinned between two futa bodies, one stretching her mouth, one pumping into her wet pussy, costume gloves still on like she’s pretending this is “part of the mission”. There’s a bit where she actually uses her powers in a sex scene, and instead of it feeling noble or heroic, it just looks like she’s helping them fuck her better. I kept thinking, “ok, this is way too much if my kid even clicks the wrong tab”, and still I kept going to the next scene. The stripping is almost more erotic than the full nudity sometimes. A ripped zipper, exposed nipple peeking through, her trying to pull her leotard back up while cum is dripping from her lips. I wish the game would slow down a tiny bit on the quips and let her just moan more, but that’s not going to change, and maybe that stubborn tone is part of the weird charm. It’s a messy, horny superhero comic that forgot it was supposed to be about justice and decided it was about how many times a redheaded heroine can get filled.