Your quiet little life with mom and your cute, clingy sister shatters in one night. Blood on the floor, broken door, mom dragged off by demons like she was nothing, and your sister… yeah. She doesn’t just turn into a demon. She turns into the kind of demon that makes your brain short circuit and your pants painfully tight at the same time. Her eyes glow, her body changes, she presses close and you’re supposed to think only about saving your family, but all you can think about is how wrong it feels that it actually turns you on. This game leans into that. It doesn’t pretend you’re a saint. It laughs in your face and pushes all those incest, corruption and demon fuck fantasies you keep pretending you don’t have.

From there it’s you, a wooden sword, and a pile of horny problems. You train, you flirt, you get beaten up by demons that either want to kill you or ride you or both. The story follows your climb from useless guy who can barely swing a blade to someone who can slice up monsters and still have enough stamina to pin a horny demon girl to the ground. Sometimes literally. You run into familiar faces, twisted in fun ways: the loud blond idiot who can’t stop shaking around girls yet still somehow steals scenes, the boar mask maniac who looks like he wants to fight you and fuck you at the same time, the insect-smiling beauty who talks soft while planning how to milk your body for “research.” And then there is the “doctor” type with that calm, mature vibe that makes you feel safe right before she asks you to undress for a “test.” The game likes to take every girl you know from the anime and nudge her into “what if she was horny and absolutely not safe for work” territory.

Sex here is not just a reward screen. It sneaks in during training, after fights, in weird dream sequences where your demon sister crawls over you whispering things she definitely shouldn’t know. You’ll get seduced as much as you do the seducing. One moment you’re practicing breathing techniques, next moment some busty demon pushes you against a tree and uses your “sword” as her own training tool. There are choices, but the game is pretty honest: no matter what you pick, you’re still stuck in this messy mix of lust, guilt and blood. Sometimes you try to be noble and help a girl, then end up with her moaning under you on a futon while you both pretend this is “just stress relief.” Other times you clearly aim for corruption and the game rewards you with scenes that feel like you shouldn’t be watching them in public, even on a phone. It’s not subtle, not classy, not pretending to be anything else. It throws demons, tits, knives, and moral decay into one pot and says “yeah, this is your life now.” And honestly, it kind of works too well.

Spend some moments undressing and teasing this stunning anime girl after class before things get heated. This interactive game lets you strip her down piece by piece, revealing more with every move. You’ll need to search carefully if you want to unlock all the naughty scenes.

Find and complete five unique erotic encounters. Each one offers a new way to play - from teasing touches to full-on raw action. Explore every curve and crease to find where she’s most sensitive and ready to be pleasured. Sometimes the spots are subtle, but when you find them, the game rewards you with dripping wet panties and desperate moans.

This isn’t just a simple undress game - it’s a slow-burning tease that builds tension as you interact with her uniform and body. The art style captures every detail, from flushed cheeks to glistening sweat, making each moment feel alive and intensely erotic. You’ll feel like you’re right there, touching and undressing her in real time.

By carefully searching every part of her body, you’ll unlock secret animations and reactions that make the experience even hotter. Her expressions change, her breathing quickens, and her wet panties become soaked as you push her closer to climax.

Whether you prefer slow teasing or jumping straight into the action, this game adapts to your pace. The interactive elements keep you engaged as you experiment with different touches. It’s a perfect mix of hentai fantasy and immersive gameplay that will keep you coming back for more.

Take your time and enjoy every moment of this touching game. Undress her, tease her, and then fuck her hard after school. The pleasure is all yours to command, but only if you’re willing to explore every naughty corner of her body and unlock all five intense sex scenes.

You wake up as this so-called “scientist” in a lab that feels more like a horny underground bunker than anything from real science. Outside, the world is going to shit because humans are freaking out over furries, anti-furry mobs hunting them like they’re monsters, and you just decide, yeah, I’ll make my lab a shelter. Not out of kindness, of course. You take them in, Nicole, Diane, random fox girls with tits bigger than their moral compass, Amy Rose walking in like she owns the place, and every single one arrives with some excuse and some trauma. You nod, pretend to be the serious researcher, and then the “tests” start. It feels very wrong in the right way. You watch them through cameras, through glass, pretending you’re checking their vitals while you zoom in on tits bouncing when they masturbate because they think nobody’s looking. Half the interface is just you picking where to look, where to put them, what to make them wear, and I keep thinking “why the fuck is the font so small on these menus” while at the same time, my dick is doing happy jumps. Priorities, right.

Then there is that weird paranoia mechanic with anti-furries sneaking in with “realistic” fursuits, trying to pass as the real thing. It actually makes you look at bodies more carefully, which is kinda hot and kinda creepy. You’re judging every curve, every tail, every ear twitch, wondering if she’s a real fox girl with soft fur and big ass ready to take a creampie, or some asshole in a suit waiting to stab your guests. One scene stuck in my head: Nicole in the shower room, steam covering most of her, only outline of those huge tits and ass visible, and suddenly a small UI popup appears right on her thigh, blocking the exact spot you want to see. Like, who designed that placement? Who hurt you? You also get oral scenes where your choices earlier decide if she does it willingly, shy and playful, or after you pushed her into more rough male domination stuff, like hand on her head, drool all over your cock, her eyes looking up in that “I’m pretending to hate it” way. It makes everything very personal, but sometimes the game then dumps a chunky text box in the middle of the blowjob like a boring visual novel, and I just want a simple toggle in options to hide that trash.

Accessibility wise, yeah, this thing needs work. No separate text scaling, no colorblind consideration, tiny checkboxes that look like they’ve been drawn by SCP‑1471 in a hangover mood. You can’t rebind half the keys, and for someone like me who plays one-handed more often than not, that’s annoying as hell. There is an exhibitionism angle where you purposely send your furry girl out into semi-open corridors, cameras everywhere, other characters walking by pretending not to stare while she “tests” a toy on a bench, legs spread, pussy dripping, and the game actually plays with voyeurism quite nicely. You stand in the control room, watching multiple screens, swapping between a fox girl giving you a lazy handjob on your lap and another character being sexually harassed in a corridor by an anti-furry who slipped through. Part of me wants better UI contrast, bigger subtitles, proper audio sliders that don’t hide in some random submenu. Part of me doesn’t care at all when Diane is on her knees, lipstick ruined, your cum leaking from her mouth after a forced deepthroat, while alarms flash in the background about a security breach you never check because, well, porn. The dystopian war outside becomes just noise, a kind of excuse so you can keep dragging scared but horny furries into “safe” rooms and use them however you marked them in your logbook. I still hate that little notification sound it makes every single time a new event pops up, though. Never found the toggle for that. Still bothers me.

I don’t know who came up with the idea to mash Makima, Zelda, and Tsunade into the same world, but whoever it was probably spilled beer on their keyboard halfway through writing the script - and that’s what makes *D20 Magic Dice* feel alive. It’s messy, horny, strangely sentimental at times, like watching late-night anime reruns after a breakup. You’re talking to this dice thing (yeah, an actual dice), and before you even realize it, it’s making your thoughts real. Not just the good ones. I rolled a 3 once and ended up in some half-lit tavern where Widowmaker was arm wrestling Rumi for no reason while Zelda flirted with the bartender. I think I lost track of the main plot two minutes in, but it didn’t matter. The game doesn’t care either, it just keeps throwing beautiful chaos in your lap, all soft skin and heavy breathing mixed with dumb jokes about mana points.

What I liked most is how it doesn’t pretend to be clever. The dialogue’s sometimes broken, and the pacing jumps like old VHS tape - one second you’re teasing Ada Wong, next second Tsunade’s lecturing you about responsibility while sitting on your lap. There’s some strange comfort in that inconsistency. I did wish there were more sound options though; moans hit too loud compared to everything else, made me lower volume quick before neighbors got curious. And yet, when Makima whispers in that weirdly calm tone, you kinda forgive every bug. Maybe nostalgia blinds me - I grew up on janky flash hentai crossovers, and this feels like one resurrected from 2009. The dice mechanic almost feels secondary to the conversations, which twist between sincere and absurd so fast it makes you laugh mid-erection.

Sometimes I forget which universe I’m even in - Naruto? Overwatch? Who cares. The worlds blur, the clothes vanish, and someone says something about destiny while you’re trying not to roll another damn six. Three words? Chaotic, filthy, affectionate. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Jessica Rabbit in a graveyard full of horny zombies sounds stupid on paper, and somehow that’s exactly why it works. You open the game expecting some lazy parody and then suddenly you’re watching this redhead trophy wife in her tight dress having to “negotiate” with a bunch of rotting creeps to save her idiot rabbit husband. There’s a tiny bit of minigame stuff where you actually have to pay attention with your mouse instead of just clicking through like a zombie yourself, and if you screw it up the scene stalls or changes. I liked that more than I thought I would. It feels trashy in the right way: blink and you miss a blowjob angle, click too late and she’s getting forced into something harsher. The game doesn’t pretend it’s wholesome either. It calls the whole thing what it is: ***, blackmail, and a gangbang in a graveyard, with Jessica more “used” than “romanced”. If you want consent fluff, yeah, you’re in the wrong cemetery.

What really sells it is how they lean into her being this “perfect” big-tit redhead wife who still walks right into a trap because she loves her dumb cartoon husband too much. One second she’s bargaining, next second she’s on her knees with zombie cock in her mouth while another one is already groping her ass and talking about her holes like they’re free real estate. The camera loves her tits almost too much. Every angle finds a way to make them bounce or smear cum on them or squash them together while some dead guy is pounding her from behind. Anal comes in like, “oh yeah, by the way this is happening too,” and suddenly you’re watching her stretched open while she tries to still beg for Roger’s life with a mouth full of undead dick. There’s a bit where you’re just clicking to keep her “cooperating,” and it’s so dumb and simple, but I caught myself trying to get every little variation of how they touch her, how many zombies pile on her, how ruined her makeup gets. I wish they did more weird stuff with the minigame parts, but they won’t. It’s that kind of game: cheap, filthy, fast, and way more focused on watching Jessica get passed around in every position than on pretending you’re playing some deep hentai story. And yeah, it’s called a parody, but honestly, this is probably how half of us imagined her ending up anyway.

Warm sand under your back, that lazy dead-fish feeling after too much sun, and suddenly the whole world is just ass. Not metaphorical ass, not “thicc” like people spam in comments, but two animated legends grinding reality out of focus: Android 18 with her perfect ice-queen blonde vibe and Erza with that wild red hair that looks like it still smells like battle smoke and perfume. They are on the beach with you, but also not really “with” you, more like on you, around you, over you. The game starts in that half-dream state where you’re not sure if you passed out from heat or from scrolling too long on Pornhub. Then the screen settles, the loop hits, and you’re basically pinned there, face in the danger zone, while they twerk slow and teasing, asses so close you feel like your monitor might grow taste buds. It’s that kind of short, dirty fantasy that feels like someone took all the fanart from Reddit and boiled it down into one shameless anal-focused scene, no plot, no talking, just rhythm and skin and the sense that you somehow woke up in the middle of a crossover nobody had the right to make and everyone secretly wanted anyway.

There’s this weird magic in how nothing really “happens” and still everything is happening. Android 18 moves with that cold precision, like she calculated the exact angle where her booty will hover over your mouth, just out of reach, like she knows you’re useless here and enjoys it. Erza is the opposite, her ass movement feels more playful, almost chaotic, like she is the one who dragged 18 into this little beach sin-session and is now showing off, cheeks bouncing, sometimes almost clapping in your face, sometimes slowing down just enough that you catch yourself leaning forward at a screen like an idiot. The camera sits low, submissive, like you’re stuck in the sand while they use your head as their personal seat cushion. You get pussy flashes, that quick glimpse here and there when they shift position, a little pink flash that makes your brain glitch for a second, especially when it happens while they arch their backs and present fully, like “here, have this, but only for one frame, enjoy suffering.” Anal is the star though. Their butts are treated like holy objects, center stage, big, round, demanding, the way they tilt and spread just enough so your imagination fills all the gaps. It’s almost rude how short and looping it is. You just start syncing your breathing to Erza’s slow bounce, Android 18’s more measured grind, and then you realize this is it. No climax scene, no “next phase”, just you looping like a horny goldfish pressing replay, pretending your hand hasn’t already figured out the timing like a rhythm game.

That’s the thing that got me. It feels like a dirty little GIF you shouldn’t like as much as you do, but you keep it open in a small Chrome tab anyway, somewhere between Twitter and xVideos, letting it run while you do other stuff, then suddenly you’re staring again. The beach background is almost nothing, just light and sand and that lazy sea vibe, but somehow it adds to the fantasy of “sunburned pervert wakes up and two famous anime girls are using his face as furniture.” There’s no voice lines, no moans, no cheesy music trying to be sexy, only the animation doing the work, like those old Flash loops that used to live on sketchy sites, except cleaner and more focused on asses. At one point Erza leans forward just a tiny bit more and her red hair falls, covering half of 18 from your view, and that small moment stuck with me way more than it should, because it feels almost intimate, like you’re spying on something they’re doing for themselves, not for you. And yeah, it’s basically a glorified loop about booty and anal teasing, you’re not getting a deep gameplay session out of this, but sometimes that’s exactly what fries your brain in the nicest way: two iconic babes, one beach, your face in the wrong place and the right place at the same time, and nothing to do except watch them bounce until your wrist gives up or your browser starts lagging.

Angel is the kind of girl who still says “sorry” when someone gropes her in the train, which is exactly why this city eats her alive. She’s this cute redhead trying so hard to be “good” while the whole place is basically a hunting ground for frustrated creeps. You start with her doing little everyday stuff that should be boring, like taking the train, doing classes, helping at home, but it never stays normal. Every routine quickly turns filthy. Guy “accidentally” rubbing his crotch against her in a packed wagon, professor sliding his hand over her thigh while pretending to help her with an exam, landlord walking into the shower like it’s his house, not hers. And the worst part is how often the game lets you pretend it’s all just a misunderstanding. If you want. If you don’t, it becomes exactly what it looks like.

The bar is the main playground. It’s not some cool stylish place, just a tired, sticky-floor hole full of drunks who have nothing better to do than stare at Angel’s ass while she carries beers. You’re bussing tables, trying not to spill glasses, playing these stupid little minigames to keep up with orders, but your real focus is on where the hands are going. A guy pats the seat and tells you to sit on his lap “just for a second,” and the game throws you a choice that looks small. Sit and smile to keep the tips flowing, or pretend you didn’t hear. Both feel bad in different ways. Same with the classic “if you bend a bit lower while wiping, I’ll tip better.” Thing is, it’s not one big decision. It’s a thousand tiny ones, and after a while it’s hard to say which moment was the first time you actually crossed a line. There’s this one scene where you’re carrying a tray, the bar is crowded, and some asshole slips his hand up your skirt right in front of everyone. The screen narrows your options to stupid things like “keep walking” or “yell at him,” and neither stops his fingers from already being there. That felt too real, in a messed up way.

What I liked is that even away from the bar, the game doesn’t magically chill. Going home in the evening has its own flavor of harassment, random guys at the bus stop, that creepy neighbor pretending he’s “just checking the mail.” Inside her house isn’t safe either, the landlord has that slime energy of “I pay for this, you know” and he acts like her body is part of the rent. You get choices that feel unfair, like letting him watch TV with her in a towel because she has no clean clothes, or locking herself in the room and risking “punishment” later. Half the time I picked the “safer” choice and still felt like shit. The game is not subtle about the fetish side, it’s full of public groping, forced “accidents,” blackmail, that whole corruption fantasy where morality slowly slips away. But it also nails that specific humiliation of pretending everything is normal while someone fingers you under the table at work. There’s roleplay bits too where Angel starts leaning into it if you push her that way, using the bar as an excuse to dress sluttier or flirt harder for tips, and even then the world doesn’t suddenly turn respectful, it just gets bolder. It’s messy, sometimes annoying, kind of repetitive in places, but it feels like it really understands this particular fantasy of being a “good girl” trapped in a city that refuses to let her stay that way.

Korra is sweaty, pissed off at her own training routine, muscles tight, hair stuck to her neck, and the last thing she expects is Asami rolling in with that smug little I’ve-been-building-something-naughty smile. She’s not here to cheer from the sidelines. She’s got a “new project” she just has to field test, and of course it’s something only a horny rich genius like her would even think of: a bending-powered cock that literally moves with water. Not a normal toy, not just a strapon with some extra vibration, but a smooth, fluid shaft that swells, twists, pulses like it’s alive, all under Korra’s control or Asami’s, depending who’s calling the shots. It looks like something between a sex toy and a high-end smartphone prototype, and also like it should not be anywhere near a vagina without a full safety manual, but that’s part of the charm. Asami’s already acting like she knows Korra is going to say yes. She’s not wrong.

There’s no shy “maybe we should kiss first” energy here. These two already fucked before, they already tasted each other, they already did the whole slow finger teasing in a Satomobile and then pretended it was an accident. Now it’s just straight to that hungry, familiar “I want you again” vibe. Korra’s body goes from combat stance to fuck-me stance in one breath. Clothes come off with that messy, rushed feel, not pretty, not staged. Sports top half rolled, pants around one ankle, Asami still wearing something stupidly stylish because of course she is, one glove off so she can adjust settings on her new toy and the other still on when she grabs Korra’s hair. The game pulls you right into that moment where Korra spreads her thighs almost impatient, a little arrogant, like she’s challenging the machine to keep up with her. Then you see the water respond: tightening, swirling, the shaft reshaping with every tiny flick of bending, going from thick and blunt to slim and pointed, then bulging on one side to grind right on that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. It’s not just porn, it’s literally fashion for fucking: change the shape, change the curve, change how it shines with the reflections on her wet skin. I wish her sports gear changed look after all that sweat and sex, but it stays annoyingly clean in some scenes and it bothers me way more than it should.

What I liked most is how it lets Korra be a show off and a mess at the same time. One second she’s grinning with that cocky “Avatar can handle anything” face, bending the water so the shaft pistons deep and strong, hitting her own cervix just because she wants to feel the edge of pain. Next second she loses focus, the shape slips thicker than she expected, and she gasps, hips jerking, eyes rolling up as Asami leans in and whispers shit in her ear. There’s a moment where Asami straps the rig to herself, and suddenly it’s not just some remote toy, it’s Asami with this liquid, shifting dick, using Korra like a training dummy on the mat, fucking her from behind while Korra claws the ground, water pooling under her belly from all the bending feedback and her own juices. They skip all the cutesy warm up and just go hard, like two women who already know every weak spot, every sound. The toy curves up, grinding her clit from the inside while Asami’s hand circles from the outside, and Korra’s thighs are shaking like she just finished a full day of sparring. It’s obscene, but in that very specific “of course this is what these two would invent together” way. You can feel that this isn’t some random lesbian scene thrown together, it’s Asami treating sex like tech design, and Korra treating a dildo like it’s just another way to push her limits. Eventually the water is splashing, her voice is cracking, Asami’s lipstick is smeared, and everything feels messily right and also slightly unsafe, which is exactly why it works.

Tifa looks like she took a wrong turn in Midgar and ended up in the horniest biology lab on Pornhub. No saving the planet here, she’s basically reduced to “premium milk source with attitude,” strapped into this creepy-but-sexy milk plant where everything is built around one thing: squeeze more out of those ridiculous tits. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle. You get her tied up in all these positions that look half like torture rack, half like weird spa machine, and the whole interface feels like someone put a Final Fantasy mod inside a dairy fetish dream. You poke, pull, pump, shove toys in places, watch the milk pour, and the game just keeps rewarding you for being a complete perv. And yes, she’s moaning like she can’t decide if she wants to punch you or beg for another round. That’s basically the main kink here: she’s helpless, bound tight, but her body’s betraying her.

The fun part is how the game treats her boobs like some unstable magic materia. You push her too hard and she’s squirming, the tits swelling bigger, veins showing a bit, dripping like someone turned on a hidden tap. You slow down and tease with a dildo or fingers, and you get this lazy milking flow that looks almost peaceful, which honestly is creepier because she’s still chained to some metal frame like a captured monster. Sometimes the plant’s machines do part of the work for you, those cold-looking suction cups and tubes that clamp around her nipples and just start pulling, and your job is more like “adjust the cruelty level.” One tiny slider up, she gasps and the milk blasts out, another tiny push, now she’s in that thin line where pleasure and pain mix and the sounds get filthy. There’s this one sequence where they bend her over, spread her, and you’re stuffing an anal dildo inside while the milker tugs on her breasts at the same time, and it honestly feels like you’re juggling three fetishes while trying not to break the toy. The animations when she arches her back and milk sprays over her own belly are the kind of thing people screenshot and send on Discord like “ok I’m going to hell for this.”

What stays in your head after you close the tab is not even the hardcore stuff, weirdly. It’s that small detail when you press on her swollen boob and the areola looks tight and shiny right before the milk leaks out, like the whole breast is about to burst if you don’t let it go. The sound of the machine sucking is low and wet, kind of too close to your ear if you play with headphones, and the voice lines loop in a way that makes you think of those old Flash games, a bit cheap, but that almost adds to the charm. I still hate the tiny little UI arrow in the corner that looks like it should do something important and basically does nothing, and I kept clicking it like an idiot. The game doesn’t really care about plot, just throws Tifa in there, treats her like the “perfect specimen,” and says, here, make her give you more. And you do. Not because it’s deep or whatever, but because there’s this nasty satisfaction in seeing how far that milk plant will push her body, how much those soft brown nipples can take before they’re dripping non-stop. It’s wrong, it’s hot, and it kind of feels like someone took that one Tifa hentai you saw years ago and decided, yeah, let’s make it interactive and way more fucked up.