Sex-Soaked Ace Attorney Fan Game Gives A Whole New Meaning To ‘Penal Law’ [NSFW]

I’ve never written smutty fan fiction, but you can bet your butt that if I did, it would be about Phoenix Wright.

But I wouldn’t write this hypothetical fanfic about the recognisable, spiky-haired, boyishly handsome version of Wright who appears in most of the games in the series. Oh no. My choice would be, specifically, the gruff, stubbly, dad-bod incarnation who appears in the fourth game, when Phoenix is down on his luck, gambling in a seedy bar after losing his licence to practise law.

I guess I have a type, and my type is “grizzled man, jaded after years of trying to do good in a corrupt system and also hasn’t had a shower in a week”, as evidenced by the fact that the only porn I watch is janky, dick-filled remakes of CSI episodes. (The C doesn’t stand for Crime, I’ll tell you that much.)

Never in a million years did I think that my predilection for a very specific look of a very specific character in a very specific game would actually make its way into a full-fledged sex game, but here we are, and here I am, playing Ace Attorney: The Dark Age Of Love, a sexy Ace Attorney visual novel somehow flying cheekily under Capcom’s watchful copyright-infringement eye.

I should say here that there was a big surprise for me at the end of the game: The credit roll was comprised of just one name — the name of one of my friends, Athene Allen. You think you know somebody! The ensuing feeling was what I imagine it feels like to realise that your gynaecologist knows your parents. Or finding out that your dog thought your 40cm dildo was a fun new toy and is currently parading it in front of your entire family.

I can never look that friend in the eye again, now that I’ve played The Dark Age of Love.

Featuring a host of fan favourite characters from the so-called “real” games in the series — Franziska von Karma, Klavier Gavin, Athena Cykes, Apollo Justice and even Wendy Oldbag, in a new role as murder victim — it’s clear that The Dark Age of Love was made to please.

One thing is different, however: Despite being written in a very accurate imitation of Ace Attorney dialogue, I have never before seen the words “Warning: Kinks” in one of these games until now. (I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised, since Franziska uses a whip like most people use punctuation.)

The Dark Age Of Love plays much like the official Ace Attorney games. You go from static scene to static scene while having conversations with the characters about crimes and evidence. The added twist is that the player-character, Athena Cykes, has to extract information using her feminine wiles (read: Vagina).

There’s honestly very little actual murder investigation going on, and the Ace Attorney setting of the game is really just an excuse to fuck Capcom’s most eligible bachelor. It’s a short game too, having been designed for a game jam, so there’s no challenge, either.

It’s really just a very concise, crime-themed fuckathon starring familiar, yet previously unfuckable faces.

It’s quite entertaining seeing Athena, the playable character in this game, go from business-like murder investigation to suddenly questioning poor Phoenix about the last time he, uh, pounded his gavel.

I was disappointed to see that his dad-chic outfit was apparently deemed unsuitable for sex scenes, but that disappointment at seeing Phoenix in a suit was soon replaced with childish glee as Athena started calling him “Daddy” and whipping out Phoenix Junior for a session of good hard justice.

Preludes to sex in this story are deemed unnecessary, given that it’s apparently clear that every single character is just gagging for it. Even in the middle of an investigation. Even with the murder scene right behind us.

Sorry, Ms Oldbag, we’ll get around to solving your murder eventually. I think you, more than anybody, would appreciate that you can’t just leave a good dickin’ on the table.

And so, Athena Cykes walks, sans panties, from Criminal Affairs to murder scene, grabbing crotches and strapping on dildoes as if the decisive evidence to put someone behind bars might be hidden up the chief prosecutor’s butthole. Our Athena ends up boning four people in her pursuit for answers, presumably leaving a trail of leftover lady goo in her wake, like a sexy snail.