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.

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.

Pale Carnations feels like someone took a very proper medical student, stripped out his sense of safety, then tossed him face first into the kind of club you normally only see mentioned in Telegram chats that vanish after a week. You start as this uptight guy who really believes he’s still on a straight path, and then your old friend drags you into the Carnation Club, which is basically a brothel pretending to be an art space. The game doesn’t even try to warm you up slowly. One minute you’re talking about exams, the next you’re standing in a “performance hall” where three women are being judged like twisted idols for how well they take pain, shame and a whole lot of cum. The first night, when you have to guide one of the girls through a show, pushed to choose between making it romantic, cruel, or just filthy efficient, that’s where it clicked for me. This isn’t just porn with clicks. It’s about how far you’re willing to go when everyone keeps telling you it’s normal to choke a girl on stage while rich assholes clap in the dark.

The sound in this thing really surprised me. Not “triple A” surprised, more like “why does this muffled moan in the background feel more real than the entire Spotify sexy playlist I’ve got”. There’s this scene where you’re backstage with an older woman who clearly knows the club better than you ever will. She presses your hand to her ass while she quietly instructs you how to handle your “performer”, her voice soft but absolutely in control, and in the distance you hear the audience roar when someone gets spanked hard enough to cry. The track underneath is this slow, slightly dirty lounge loop, a bit off tempo, almost cheap, but it fits so well that I ended up replaying that scene just to hear the way her breathing synced with the bass line. Then later the game swaps to this almost tender piano piece while you’re literally arranging who gets groped on stage and who gets humiliated in private. I liked that a lot. Or maybe I didn’t. It made it harder to pretend this is just mindless fap material when the music keeps whispering “you’re kind of a bastard for choosing the harsher option, you know?” and then rewards you with the wettest, messiest creampie CG three clicks later. The game loves that contrast. Romance on the surface, anal and public bukkake in the back room, ahegao faces in full view while the MC still tells himself he’s a good guy. It’s not subtle, and it’s not trying to be. There’s cheating, masturbation breaks that feel a bit too honest, toys pulled out at the worst possible time, and a lot of rich people treating human bodies like decoration. I wish the little clicking sound on some menu wasn’t so loud, actually, it annoyed me from the start and I kept meaning to change it, then got distracted every single time some milf in heels called me “doctor” and bent over a piece of BDSM furniture like it was a confession booth. Anyway, the club keeps going, the performances get rougher, and your choices keep twisting the knife, mostly in you.

Michelle shows up in New Amsterdam like she took the wrong bus in some Netflix drama, only instead of sad piano music you get her horny as hell and pretending she wants “a fresh start” with her daughter. The whole city feels like somebody mashed a school campus, a gossip forum and a porn studio together, then said “yeah, that’s fine, let’s open the gates.” You start out just trying to figure who you want to play as, mom or daughter, and it feels small at first, like just another school-life thing with a few side jobs. Then ten minutes later you’re in a classroom pretending to study while you’re actually checking if the teacher’s looking so you can sneak a hand under the skirt and nobody even blinks. I liked that. Or I hated it. Depends when you ask me.

The good stuff hits fast. One moment you’re clicking around a pretty normal living room, next moment you catch Michelle “accidentally” walking around half naked, ass huge, tits bouncing in that 3D way that looks a bit plastic but also somehow hot because of it, and the camera kind of lingers too long. When you unlock the first voyeur scene in the shower and notice those little pixel art loops mixed with the 3D models, it’s weird in a cool way, like retro porn stickers glued on top of a modern sex toy catalog. There’s this part where you’re supposed to just peek in and go, but of course you sit there watching her slowly soap up, zooming in on her blowjob lips even when she’s just licking her fingers, and then that hint pops up about “corruption level increased” and you suddenly realize the game has been keeping score on every tiny pervy decision. I liked how the point and click stuff lets you poke where you shouldn’t: open doors at night, check phones you shouldn’t touch, try the “sleep” option and instead of resting you’re hovering over a body like some horny ghost deciding how far you’ll go this time.

What messed with me is how casual it treats all the fucked up things. One route you’re doing sweet romance stuff, a bit of teasing, light kissing, cute dates, you think “ok, this is going wholesome”, and in the same afternoon you can flip to a scene in the school toilets where the femdom senior corners you and just puts you on your knees for a blowjob “lesson” like it’s homework. There’s this blackmail chain too, where you get caught spying on a cosplay changing room, and you think you’re about to get a simple punishment, but it escalates into being paraded half naked through a hallway, some guy filming, another girl smacking your ass, and you still have a prompt to decide if you’re pretending to hate it or openly moaning. The twins show up later and they feel like they escaped from another game, all synchronized teasing, footjobs under the table while mom tries to pretend this is a normal family dinner, and you’re there, clicking through options like “continue talking” while the animation loops under the text, and it’s stupid and hot at the same time. I opened Chrome to just “check it quickly” and three tabs later I had a whole little routine going, saving before each corruption jump, testing if I could push Michelle from gentle handjob to full group mess before she snaps. She never really snaps, by the way, she just… bends. A lot. There is this one tiny thing that kept annoying me, like one button in the UI sits a few pixels too low and my brain wanted to scream every time, but I still kept chasing every anal, titfuck and cheating scene the city tried to hide from me. It doesn’t actually hide them very well.

This thing starts in the school therapist office and it feels exactly like when you get caught watching porn in class and pretend it was “just a meme”. The guy is sitting there, still salty after a teacher made him look like a total idiot in front of everyone, and you can almost smell that mix of shame and rage. From there it just slowly turns into this messy revenge fantasy where every girl around him is either a target, a comfort, or a fucking landmine. It’s not elegant, it’s not subtle, and I kinda loved that. One click you’re calmly asking “how was your day?”, next click you’re pushing a hand under the desk and seeing if she’ll jerk you off while pretending to check your homework. The game is that type of horny, zero to sixty, and then suddenly back to “so, how are your grades?”.

What surprised me is how much it made me feel like some creepy cameraman in my own head. I collect animated gifs for years already, and this thing is like a neverending hunt for the perfect frame. The animated scenes are short, sometimes janky, but when that shy classmate bends over the desk and you catch that one loop where her big tits press against the wood and her ass shakes just a little too much, it’s instant “save to Gallery” moment. I literally paused the game, opened ScreenToGif, and sat there trimming a 2‑second loop of a titfuck like it was some art project. Same with the mom in the kitchen, wearing that half-assed cosplay apron that shows more cleavage than cloth, idly stroking his cock with her foot while she pretends to talk about dinner. The toe curl animation is not even smooth, but it’s burned into my brain. And yeah, they really go for that whole “family under one roof but everyone is way too horny” thing. Twins sneaking into his room, mom “checking on him” while he’s fapping, that kind of wrong that your VPN cries about.

The point & click stuff jumps from cute romance to straight up corruption so fast it feels like the protagonist doesn’t even know what line he’s crossing anymore. One scene he’s just peeking through a keyhole to watch a teacher masturbate with a sex toy, trying not to breathe too loud, and the next time you meet her he’s blackmailing her with that exact moment, pushing her to suck his dick in her office while students walk past the door. I liked that, then suddenly hated it, then went back to clicking like a degenerate. There’s this wild sleep sex sequence with one of the girls where you keep testing how far you can go while she “sleeps” and the game lets you drag your hand from innocent thigh touches up to full anal teasing and you sit there thinking “okay, this is too much” while also checking if there’s a secret climax animation hidden at the end. There are romantic bits too, like awkward dates at school and soft kissing under the stairs, but I mostly remember the stupid little things: the way her panties slide to her ankle during a rushed toilet stall blowjob, that one anal scene where her expression flickers between pain and pleasure for half a second, or the moment your milf therapist straddles you on her couch and you realize this office was never about mental health. I kinda wish the sandbox parts were less grindy, I kinda wish the incest stuff was even more unhinged, I kinda wish nothing changed at all. This game feels like browsing a secret porn folder someone forgot to organize, but every file is clickable and wants to ruin your life.

You start out as this incubus kid that somehow survived a holy massacre, raised by the same warrior chick who was supposed to kill you. By the time the game actually lets you move around, you’re not some crying baby demon, you’re a horny adult with way too much divine “blessing” in your blood and way too much curiosity. The whole world basically hates what you are, but every time someone wants to punish you, it turns into some wild sex scene instead of a sermon. It’s like: “you are a danger to the races” and then two minutes later you’ve got her on her knees, drooling on your cock, trying to keep her pride while you push her head all the way down and watch her mascara die. Most scenes lock you into first-person and you really feel like you’re the one making these women betray their gods, their husbands, their own rules. Sometimes it feels wrong. Then you click the next option and make it worse on purpose.

One of my favorite bits was with this “saint” MILF, all holy voice and fake gentle eyes, who’s supposed to check your purity or something. You can play it respectful, but if you lean into the maledom side, you put her slowly on her back, lift that fancy robe, and just keep pushing until her halo basically falls off. The way her face breaks into full ahegao while she still tries to quote holy lines is ridiculous and hot in a stupid way. And the game doesn’t just jump cut to orgasms, it lets you watch her go from “I’m in control” to “I’m addicted” while you decide if you finish in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, or all of them over several scenes. The creampie angles are extra mean here, because the camera stays close, like it’s trying to make you stare at how deep you’re stuffing these women. Then suddenly you have a foursome in a temple with a dark-skinned warrior, a nervous elf, the saint and your “mom” figure watching from the shadows, and someone is on your cock, someone is riding your face, and someone is licking the other girl’s ass like this is normal religious practice. It’s messy and crowded and kind of confusing to track who’s moaning what, but it hits.

I streamed a censored version of one route on Chaturbate and people in chat kept spamming “this foot scene is criminal” during the part where a proud knight gets forced to kneel and clean you with her tongue. That footjob starts almost as humiliation, like she doesn’t even want to look you in the eyes, and then she begins pressing your shaft between her soles, stroking slow, trying to pretend she isn’t into it. Later, you catch that same girl secretly watching you fuck her squadmate from behind through a half-open door, hand in her panties, and you get a little voyeurism moment where you decide if you drag her inside or keep “performing” for her. There’s also this threesome with your demon side getting tested: one warrior girl, one soft mage, both different races, both on your bed, taking turns sucking you while you finger the other. At some point you just grab the mage’s hair, shove her down, and the other girl sits on your face, grinding so hard you almost forget which one you’re supposed to dominate. The toys show up later, when they try to “rehabilitate” you and end up strapping stuff to you and themselves, trying roleplay scenes that obviously backfire. There’s a ridiculously hot lesbian detour in the barracks too, where two women start “training” each other with a toy, and you decide if you step in or just watch them ride each other raw until they can barely talk. It’s messy, horny, sometimes awkward, sometimes way too much, like someone smashed together a dark fantasy war story and a Pornhub search history, but it sticks in your head for the wrong reasons and the right ones at the same time.

You’re not the destined hero here, you’re the guy who looked at the Leaf Village and thought, “Yeah, I’m going to fuck this place sideways using psychology, chakra tricks, and pure horny persistence.” The whole thing plays like a sleazy side story that someone cooked up after binging too much Naruto on Crunchyroll and then opening Ren’Py instead of touching grass. You start small, with the “nice” girls who are already around you all the time: Sakura trying to act mature and responsible, Hinata blushing at every breath, Ino pretending she’s not secretly dying for attention, Tenten stuck in permanent side-character mode. They’re not just thrown at you naked from the start. You grind for openings, build fake trust, tease, push boundaries in little scenes, then line up the exact moment to hit them with your control trick and watch the lights go out and the slut switch flip on. First they argue, then they obey, then they help you hunt bigger prey.

The game feels like a trashy mix of visual novel, mobile gacha brainrot, and those old Flash hentai parodies people used to share on shady forums. You’re clicking through dialogue, picking options, saving scum after you say something dumb to Sakura and she shuts you down, then reloading to say the smooth line that gets you closer to her panties. One moment you’re doing “innocent” training sessions with Hinata, your hands “accidentally” on her hips too long, her voice trembling. Next moment she’s on her knees, eyes glazed, deepthroating you because you told her it would make her a better kunoichi. The corruption is slow at first. A handjob she swears is “only this once,” a sneaky grope in the hot springs, a titfuck with Sakura in the hospital storage room while she tries and fails not to moan, the first anal scene with a girl who swore she’d never do that. The game really likes that shift from “no, I shouldn’t” to “please fuck me harder, master” and it milks it in almost every route. Sometimes too much, honestly, but then it throws in group scenes and my brain forgets to complain.

Later on, when the smaller fish are already your toys, it gets nastier in a fun way. You start using them like tools to crack the “big” women: Tsunade, Shizune, Anko, Kurenai, all that juicy sensei energy. There’s this messed up satisfaction when Tsunade, who usually is all attitude and power, ends up on her knees, covered in cum, with Sakura smiling behind her like a good little puppet you trained. Same with Ino using her mind tricks under your orders to drag other girls into a lesbian scene, pretending it’s “training” while you watch and decide when to join in. The game jumps between solo corruption, rough sex with ropes and toys, and messy harem situations where everyone’s sharing your cock, licking each other clean, getting filled one after another until you lose track of who got creampied where. Sometimes it leans more into *** and mind control and it gets really dark, sometimes it turns into goofy fanservice with Tsunade’s tits bouncing like they are made in Unreal Engine with no constraints. It’s not subtle, it’s not classy, and it absolutely doesn’t want to be. This is straight up Leaf Village brainwashing porn where every kunoichi, from shy virgin to strict medic to smug weapons girl, eventually ends up bent over for you, dripping, obedient, and ruined.

Every time someone thinks they’ve seen it all in adult games, something like this lands on my screen and ruins my emotional equilibrium for a week. The title doesn’t tempt so much as it threatens, whispering that sort of “you won’t survive this, champ” energy. I went in expecting cheap smut; came out feeling like the game had crawled into my DMs and roasted me in front of everyone. You start as this soft little guy (the type who apologizes to his reflection) surrounded by girls who don’t just steal your dignity - they borrow it like a lighter, forget to return it, and then post stories about it. It’s filthy, but it knows it’s filthy, and somehow that makes it worse. I loved it. Or hated it. I’m still not sure.

What kills me is how funny it gets at the worst possible moments. Like, you’re halfway through this intense humiliation arc - Makima’s voice in your ear, a camera glitch flashing like divine judgment - and suddenly there’s this dumb pop-up referencing old memes that no one should remember. It breaks the tension just enough to make you snort, then it slaps you with another round of moaning audio so realistically mixed it makes your phone warm. Sometimes the choices feel meaningless, but maybe that’s the point? The dev clearly hates you, or loves you too much, or both. And don’t get me started on the night scene with Gwen Stacy - it’s not even about her, it’s about that tiny moral failure leaking from every pixel. You blink, and suddenly everyone is naked, cruel, and somehow emotionally devastating.

I’m giving it my personal “Best Game To Make You Question Your Internet Habits” award. Because between the absurd power plays, the totally unnecessary pregnancy subplot nobody asked for, and the occasional dialog line that sounds like a drunk AI philosopher, this thing dances between parody and therapy session. I tried to hate it but couldn’t; it’s just too confident in its own madness. Every edge feels like a dare. And yeah, I still hear her voice. Not sure that’s healthy.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.

Banu looks like that woman you scroll past on Instagram and double tap before your brain even catches up. The long skirt is there, the headscarf is there, the “good wife and mother” branding is there… and then the camera angle drops half a centimeter and suddenly her ass is doing all the talking. The game leans hard into that contrast: strict religious shell on the outside, restless, greedy, horny mind on the inside. You’re not playing some faceless hero here, you’re literally steering her through this mess. You decide if she keeps pretending she’s a saint for Kamil while she’s grinding on the washing machine during “laundry time”, or if she lets the mask slip in front of the wrong man at the worst possible moment. The fun part is how slow it burns. You’re in her head while she tells herself “no” and her hand is already between her thighs. One click she’s whispering a prayer, the next she’s using the family shower head like it’s a custom sex toy she ordered on AliExpress. It all feels sleazy and domestic at the same time, like Pornhub opened a branch in your WhatsApp aunties’ group chat.

What hooked me is how that moral tension keeps wrapping around the straight up filthy stuff. There’s this early scene where she’s pretending to be annoyed by some guy staring at her tits in the street, but the camera just stays on her chest for way too long and the little status numbers on top quietly tick up. You feel the corruption climbing before she even admits she liked it. Later, when Kamil is trying to be romantic and she’s giving him this lazy handjob under the blanket, her mind is replaying another man’s hands on her waist. The game does that a lot: oral on her husband while she’s thinking about the younger neighbor’s tongue; “innocent” house visit that turns into her bent over a table, pussy full and ring on her finger flashing in the light while some other guy pulls her hair. There’s cheating, there’s blackmail, there’s some really mean female domination if you push her into that role, and it never feels like a clean porn route. Everything is a little messy, a little guilty, stained with family photos in the background. When she finally spreads for a creampie from someone who is absolutely not her husband, you can almost hear the prayer beads snapping inside her head. And the worst part? You’re the one who clicked every step that got her there.