It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

I swear this game messed with my head more than any so-called “psychological” visual novel ever did. You wake up rich, spoiled, surrounded by girls who look like they stepped straight out of some fever-dream crossover - like, imagine Asuka Langley arguing with Hinata about who gets to sit closer to you at breakfast, and then Merlin just casually walks in wearing nothing but a towel that doesn’t even try to do its job. It’s ridiculous, yet there’s something weirdly believable about it. Maybe because the dream logic fits too well: everything looks perfect, but your brain keeps whispering that something’s off. I liked that uneasy feeling until it got buried under all the moaning and skin. Then again, maybe that’s the point - when reality breaks, people reach for pleasure first. Or I’m overthinking pixels again.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but you’re supposed to choose between helping Yor Forger study or letting Jinx drag you to her room. I picked Yor, thinking it’d be wholesome. Yeah, right. Five clicks later she’s on the desk, glasses half-off, saying things no spy should ever say. The animation isn’t flawless; sometimes her eyes lag behind her face, which made me laugh when I shouldn’t have. But that glitchy charm stuck with me longer than any of the polished stuff. And the sound design? Way too real. My cheap headphones couldn’t handle Tsunade’s voice purring through them. Still, I kept replaying the same moment like an idiot chasing déjà vu.

Funny thing: I started playing for the sexy chaos, but ended up stuck thinking about that blank-memory setup. Like maybe the main guy deserves the confusion. Maybe we all do. It’s a horny game pretending to be philosophical - or a philosophical game pretending to be horny. Doesn’t matter. When Nami whispers something about “remembering the wrong things,” I actually paused. Then I unpaused, because, well… she was already moving.

Undertail: Toriel is basically that one horny AU fanfic you read on your phone while pretending to “check emails” at work, except now it’s kind of a game and kind of a shitpost and somehow still hotter than it has any right to be. You wander around this janky little Underground knockoff where literally only Toriel exists, and yeah, that’s the whole point. No huge cast, no epic journey, just you and goat mom in a small world that feels like someone ripped out the first slice of Undertale and then said: “ok but what if we fuck it up. Literally.” It starts pretty innocent, like the original vibe, her leading you around, being caring, talking too much, all that. Then the dialogs slowly stop pretending this is wholesome. She “worries” about you in that clingy, possessive way, touches your sprite for too long, says things that sound like they came from a horny Discord RP at 4 in the afternoon when everybody pretends they’re normal.

The core hook is simple: those classic Undertale battle boxes, except now every turn feels like you’re edging through a weird roleplay. You still pick actions, but they’re all pushing the line: flirting, teasing, letting her “teach” you, or playing innocent and watching her get more frustrated. You pick “Flirt” and instead of the cutesy response you remember, she gives you something way more loaded, like she’s trying to be your mom and your dom and completely failing at choosing one. You dodge attacks while the game throws text at you about her body, her scent, her soft fur, her tits pressing against your character when she tries to “protect” you. The art is rough, not all angles are sexy, some of it feels like early DeviantArt energy, but that almost makes it better. It feels like watching someone’s fetish grow in real time. There are moments where you’re half jerking off and half going “wow, this is actually kind of depressing” because she is obviously lonely as hell, clinging to you like you’re the last bit of warmth in the Ruins. The game doesn’t really go anywhere bigger than that, and it doesn’t need to. No meta twist, no clever morality system, just a slow slide from motherly care to possessive lust, trapped in a little loop where the only exit is either her letting you go or you giving in and wanting to stay. It’s messy, horny, unfinished, emotionally weird, and yeah, that’s pretty much the charm.

Jill shows up here already in trouble, no setup, no long intro, just straight in the middle of a very bad day for her. She is chained up in that classic dirty lab / sewer mix that every Resident Evil fan kind of recognizes but also knows is totally wrong here. Official Jill is out there shooting zombies, this Jill is just trying not to break in half while some huge dripping monster is rearranging her insides. The game really doesn’t pretend to be anything else. You click those little white arrows at the bottom and it feels like you’re flipping through different “oh fuck” stages of her torture-session-turned-sex-scene. One second she is just getting pounded from behind, next arrow and suddenly the thing is deeper, rougher, more sloppy, and her face changes from “I can’t believe this” into this forced, shivering pleasure that she absolutely did not ask for. It’s that specific kind of fantasy where consent is not in the room at all, and the camera is way too close to ignore every detail: spit on her tongue, her boobs bouncing hard, that wet sound when the monster pulls out then slams back in.

I got stuck for a while just replaying one single loop where she’s pressed against the wall, arms pulled back, ass up, and the monster is just slamming into her at a stupid speed. There is this tiny moment where her eyes roll up and her mouth hangs open like she is about to scream, but what comes out feels more like a moan she is trying to swallow. It lasts maybe one second and it completely sells the whole “she hates this, her body doesn’t” vibe. Then you hit the arrow, and now he is stretching her even more, and you think “ok that has to be max” but no, another click and suddenly you’re watching her belly bulge slightly with each thrust. Honestly it is a bit too much sometimes, like the animators really wanted to show off how deep the monster is going, but after a while your brain stops complaining and just enjoys the filth. The only thing that annoyed me was how easy it is to miss one of the positions if you spam-click too fast; it jumps from “normal rough” to “absolutely destroying her” and then back, and you’re like, wait, where did that angle with her legs locked around his waist go. But then you see the final loops where she’s covered in sticky white mess, panting, body twitching, and you forget you were trying to be systematic at all. It feels less like a game and more like an interactive porn clip for people who grew up secretly staring at Jill’s original RE3 outfit and thinking, yeah, this needs a monster behind her.

Nothing about this game feels shy. It basically throws you into this messy sci-fi city where everyone is hot, slightly broken in the head, and way too horny for their own good. You’re this guy who somehow keeps ending up in girls’ memories, like you’re scrolling through their hidden photo folder but it’s alive and talking and pressing its tits against you. One moment you’re in some neon back alley with Ellen whose boobs are so big the camera can barely keep them on screen, the next you’re stuck in Miyabi’s weird fantasy zone where she pretends everything is “for the mission” while she grinds her huge ass on your lap and calls it “combat evaluation”. It’s not subtle. I like that. Porn games that pretend they’re innocent are annoying. Here, the dick is big, the girls are stacked, everyone knows why we’re here, and it just leans into it with a stupid grin.

What I didn’t expect is how the whole “memory fragment” thing actually works in scenes. Like, you’re mid fuck with Ellen, she’s on top riding you slow, talking about how she’s “just using you as stress relief”, but then the background glitches and suddenly you see this short flash of her alone in some empty lab, staring at your picture on her phone, hand between her legs. It lasts maybe two seconds, then you’re back to her moaning in your ear and pretending she doesn’t care. That hit me harder than the actual blowjob earlier where she’s drooling all over your cock and smearing lipstick on your abs. Same with Miyabi: there’s this moment in an infiltration where you’re both hiding in a locker. She pushes you against the wall, unzips you without a word, just angry eye contact, and starts stroking you way too fast like she wants to punish you for existing. Then a little memory crack pops and you see her earlier in the day rehearsing in the mirror how she’ll “casually” ask you to stay safe. It’s dumb, I know, but my chest actually hurt for a second. Then she takes you deep and chokes on it on purpose and I forgot what I was feeling. Porn with emotional lag, basically.

The game really teases you with the parody vibe too. You open it thinking “ok, horny Zenless spoof, cool”, and suddenly you realize the dev clearly spends too much time on Pixiv and not enough touching grass. The way Ellen’s tits bounce when she leans over the console to type something that absolutely doesn’t need her bending that low, or how Miyabi’s outfit looks like it lost a fight with gravity, feels like scrolling a very specific Twitter tag at 1% battery. There’s that one scene where you’re interrogating some NPC and Ellen just casually slides her hand into your pants under the table, keeps a straight face, asks about “zone stability” while slowly jerking you off, and gives this tiny smirk every time your HP bar shakes. I actually had to pause because I was opening Telegram at the same time and almost sent my friend a screenshot of her licking your cum off her fingers as a “wrong chat” moment. Also, tiny complaint: the text box sometimes covers like half of Miyabi’s ass at the exact worst time and I swear I got more annoyed at that than at any “game over”. Still, the mix of serious sci-fi nonsense with you rearranging these girls’ guts with a pornstar cock is stupid in a way that just works. It feels like someone made a horny fanfic in Google Docs, got too into it, and accidentally turned it into something you actually want to keep clicking through even after you already got off.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.

Charlie in this thing is like if some horny fanfiction writer got drunk and rewrote Star Wars from memory, but only remembered the boob parts. She shows up in that half-assed space outfit that looks like it failed a cosplay contest, and somehow her tits are both the main plot and the side quest. Blonde, big, bouncing every time she pretends to do “space combat”. Feels less like a Jedi and more like a walking pair of soft hitboxes. And it kind of works, in a stupid, dirty way. The humor is pure 2009 internet energy: stupid puns on character names, sex jokes that don’t even try to be smart, and then suddenly a threesome scene that hits way harder than the build-up deserves. I was laughing at the dumb “force-skin” jokes and still clicking like a degenerate, which is a strange combination. Sometimes you want high art. This is not that. This is like porn Mad Libs written during a late-night shitpost session. And yet I kept going.

The “choices” are that funny kind of fake freedom where you know the dev is just teasing you, but you still pause a second like, ok, do I send Charlie to flirt with the old creep space master, or do I push her right into the princess’ lap first. One click and boom, she’s on her knees testing the “dark side”, like yeah, we all saw that coming, but it still hits nice when the camera gets a bit too interested in her mouth and the strings of spit. The threesome stuff starts chaotic in a good way, like the scene doesn’t know if it wants to be a joke or a straight-up fuckfest, and the result is Charlie stuck in the middle, tits squeezed together, someone behind her, someone in front, and all the dialogue is horny parody that absolutely overstays its welcome. I liked that everyone talks too much, then I got tired of it, then one stupid gag about the “shaft” made me snort again. The princess is written like that one smug girl from your porn search history who pretends she’s above it, then five minutes later she’s riding like she invented it, moaning something about “galactic peace” while getting absolutely railed. It’s crass, sometimes lazy, kind of embarrassing, pretty hot, and way too convinced its own dick jokes are clever. I’m not proud of how much I enjoyed watching Charlie “negotiate” with the pimp master using her throat, while some knockoff Jedi wisdom plays in the background like a bad YouTube parody. But I did. And if the idea of a horny blonde space bimbo juggling cocks and stupid puns in a galaxy that looks suspiciously like a Pornhub comment section makes you grin even a little, you already know where this is going.

Tomai feels like one of those messy horny summers you remember wrong on purpose. You’ve got this cocky little guy who thinks he’s hot shit in his tiny village, tossing himself between hanging out with his chill monster dad, this weirdly intense Lady who clearly knows more than she says, and two best friends who are so obviously fuck material it almost hurts. The whole thing plays out over a handful of days before the Night Festival, but it never feels rushed. You’re bouncing between lazy lakeside afternoons, drunk laughing in someone’s cramped-ass bedroom, smoking under trees while everyone pretends they’re “just friends,” and then suddenly you’re in the middle of some soft-core emotional chaos where somebody’s hand is exactly where it shouldn’t be. It’s not porn that jumps at you in the first second. It’s that slow-build kind of erotic, like when you’re on Discord at midnight, typing dumb jokes, and the chat suddenly shifts into “ok but what if we actually kissed though” energy.

The sex doesn’t feel like some porn studio script. It’s clumsy sometimes, sweet sometimes, occasionally too much and you’re like ok, calm down, you are still children of the forest or whatever. The boys especially, Burdoc and Malik, they’ve got that idiot-friends-who-accidentally-make-out vibe. One minute they’re teasing Tomai about being “a big deal” and the next you’re watching them pin him down on the grass, fingers on his waist, breath way too close, and you feel that little lurch of “oh shit, they might actually go all the way.” When it gets explicit, it leans into bodies, sweat, little sounds, the awkwardness of someone not sure where to put their hands, the shock when a tongue goes lower than expected. It is horny, but not factory-produced horny. More like walking home from a date, replaying every time their thigh brushed yours, except here you do get to see what happens when someone finally snaps and says fuck it, come here. There is also this whole quiet queer thing going on, like everyone is way too chill with how flexible their attraction is, but not in a fake woke way. More like: “yeah, I want to ride my best friend and maybe also worship this terrifying goddess and ask my dad why he looks so hot in that robe” kind of way. Feels relatable if you ever had a crush on three people at the same party.

What surprised me is how intimate the small stuff is. Like you’ll spend a day just fishing with Father, the sun low, water slow, the conversation circling around growing up and expectations, and suddenly your brain jumps to those nights where you open Twitter to check memes and end up doomscrolling queer threads about “found family” and “polycules that actually work.” The game quietly says: yeah, you can love more than one person, you can want more than one body, and it doesn’t have to blow up in drama every time. Sex here fits inside that mood. Sometimes it’s comforting, almost like aftercare before the actual care. Sometimes it’s a horny mistake that still feels good. The festival becomes this excuse for everyone to push past what they usually pretend in public. You get that mood of: are we still just joking or is your hand staying on my thigh a little too long on purpose. It’s not polished, some scenes feel a bit rough, like a fanfic draft your friend sends you on Telegram at 2 in the afternoon, but that roughness actually fits. There are dick jokes beside serious talks about futures, kisses that turn into grinding, a lazy afternoon that becomes a threesome if you play it right. It’s queer, a bit shameless, sometimes soft, sometimes filthy, like puberty plus magic plus “I saw this on Pornhub and wanna try.” Not subtle, not clinical, just horny kids on the edge of adult life, pretending they’re in control while their bodies and hearts absolutely are not.

You know that feeling when you’re scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind, and you start thinking “yeah, I kinda wanna flirt with half the anime multiverse right now”? This game leans right into that. It’s a mobile-style dating sim where your whole job is to talk, tease, and slowly push your way from cute banter to full-on filthy with a bunch of familiar faces. One minute you’re trying to keep your shit together while Tsunade leans in with those ridiculous tits, the next you’re trading playful jabs with Marin Kitagawa like she’s your chaotic cosplay girlfriend who absolutely knows she’s out of your league. It’s very much a “pick a waifu, poke at her until she cracks, then enjoy the view” setup. You answer questions, pick dialog options, earn points when you say the thing she wants to hear, and each correct move nudges the relationship from “hi, senpai” to “okay, pull your dick out already.”

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend it’s some deep, tragic romance. It pretends for like 10 seconds, then goes straight into horny nerd brain. You start with small talk, a bit of teasing, then she starts hinting, and once you’ve stacked enough points, the clothes start vanishing. One date you’re laughing with Aqua while she’s being useless and bratty, the next date she’s grinding in your lap and calling you a pervert like it’s your fault. Rias acts all composed, polite, almost royal, but you keep pushing the right answers and suddenly you’re getting your cock squeezed between those huge tits she pretends are a burden. There are titfucks, messy handjobs, slow teasing oral where she holds eye contact like she wants to watch you lose control, the usual “oops I sat on it” vaginal sex, and yeah, anal too if you unlock the right scenes. Some girls treat it as a reward, some as a challenge, some as “shut up and enjoy it.” I had this moment with a certain dragon milf where she’s bouncing on top of me with that massive ass, smiling like she’s finally found a new toy, and I genuinely forgot to click the next line because I was too busy staring.

It’s not all straight either, which is nice. You’ve got traps like Astolfo and Felix in the mix, cute and flirty and way too confident, and if you’re into that, the game doesn’t tiptoe around it. They flirt hard, they suck you off like they’ve practiced, they ride you like they’re trying to prove something. Some routes feel more romantic, like a soft slow-burn with a girl like Rem, where you actually care a bit about the conversation before you end up buried inside her, and some are pure chaos, like Darkness begging you to use her like a toy while you’re thinking “ok, I’m the degenerate here but wow.” It’s kinda funny how sometimes the writing hits this surprisingly sweet mood, then two screens later you’re balls-deep and watching a loop of her moaning and drooling, legs shaking. There’s a harem vibe too once you realize just how many characters are waiting for you. Best way to enjoy it? Don’t rush. Take a character, answer her correctly, watch her shift from “oh, we’re just talking” to “fuck me harder” and let yourself get sucked into each scene. Screenshot the faces you like, replay the ones that make you twitch, and let the game do what it clearly wants to do: melt your brain in the dirtiest, laziest way possible.