New month - new doll! This is the motto of Holio University anime porn game series. And it works just as it says. This time we will meet awesome dark-haired Kiki Cockahari who happens to be a cheerleader also! And who can be more whorish than cheerleaders in a world of flash games? In the beginning you will see doll's bio where you can find out her dearest leisure activities, her turns on and off. Try to remeber it because it will be very useful for you afterwards in the game where you will need to achive as much points of her interest in you as possible if you plan to get laid with her in the end. And don't forget about Elsie - she can help you at any time. And don't forget to check our website for more hot and whorish women from the university dorm!

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The usual community dude rambling through his city decided to buy himself new glasses. Because now it is not fashionable to wear junk. And the new glasses are a bonus that would entice a chick. Going to the store, this ordinary neighborhood dude buys glasses. Goes out and dresses them... and just look what happens. He got special glasses - they possess the role of X-rays. And today this local dude may look at any person for clothes. From this type of purchase, the dude loses his head and starts to test people passing by. Well, what has been longer to find out for yourself!

Lala is basically that chaotic anime girl who got handed a gun, some magic coins and zero self-control. The whole thing feels like somebody smashed an arcade cabinet together with a horny artbook and said “yeah, ship it.” You’re not walking around, you’re not doing some deep RPG story, you just sit there with your mouse and blast stuff that flies in like it escaped from some cheap mobile game, and somehow that’s kinda fun and kinda stupid at the same time. Every enemy you nail spits coins, every coin is one step closer to stronger shots and, let’s be honest, peeling clothes off the girls piece by piece until the game just drops the pretense and throws you into softcore territory. The uniform theme is everywhere: school blazers, too-tight office shirts, skirts that were never regulation in any school on earth, stockings that are literally working harder than the game engine. You start shooting enemies and then suddenly you’re staring at torn blouses, slipping bras, panties hanging on for dear life and Lala just stands there like, “yeah, this is normal.” It’s horny, but not in a deep way. More like that horny Friday night where your brain is fried and your standards are on vacation.

What really got me is how junky it feels but somehow in a good way. Mouse aiming is twitchy as hell, like the sensitivity forgot what number it should be, yet once you get into the rhythm you’re just zoning out, clicking everything that moves and waiting for that little tease of a new CG in the gallery. Enemies come from random sides, sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow, like they didn’t bother tuning the waves. But when you finally unlock a full nude CG after grinding coins on those same stupid waves, your brain goes “okay, worth it” even while you’re cursing the hitboxes that don’t line up half the time. And that gallery, man. It’s just rows of girls in different stages of stripped uniforms, like a detective wall of horny evidence. You get the basic scene, then you unlock the bra on the floor, then the panties gone, then suddenly she’s naked except for thigh-highs, and you’re clicking through like “next, next, next” while pretending you care about the coins per shot ratio you just upgraded. I hate how shallow it is. I also spent way too long trying to get that one pose where her tie is still on but everything else is off, because I’m apparently a very specific kind of degenerate.

Shoutout to the way Lala herself looks like she should be the final boss and instead she’s just there, smiling and spraying bullets while everything around her turns into this lewd strip-fest. No story, no buildup, nothing. Just: shoot, get coins, strip heroines, open gallery, repeat until your mouse hand is tired for the wrong reason. The uniforms are doing 90% of the work. There’s something filthy about blasting a wave and seeing a serious-looking office girl end up with her shirt open, bra pushed up, nipples out, gunfire still going in the background like this is normal workplace behavior. And the worst part is that the more power ups you buy, the less you pay attention to the actual gameplay. You’re just farming, zoning out, counting how many more runs until the next naked pose unlocks. It feels like one of those sketchy Flash games that never grew up, and that’s exactly the charm. Everything’s a bit off, nothing’s fully polished, the erotic scenes hit harder because they feel like you had to wrestle the game a little to get them. Trashy, horny, clicky, coin-grindy arcade nonsense with anime uniforms flying off one strip at a time.

This thing is basically a dumb horny pool game that somehow works way better than it should. You get this top view of a billiard table, balls flying around in slow chaos, and your job is kinda reversed: instead of just pocketing stuff, you’re babysitting your own holes so they don’t get filled. Yeah, I know how that sounds. Every time a ball rolls close to your pocket you panic-click on it to smack it away toward the enemy pockets, like you’re playing horny air hockey with gravity. It’s super simple, like those old Flash games you used to boot up at school on shitty PCs, but with a blonde getting railed in a video on the side that keeps running while you’re trying to focus. And you *will* lose focus because she’s not just standing there posing. She’s bouncing, sucking, arching her back while taking it deep, and you’re supposed to be protecting some stupid green felt hole from a shiny white ball while she’s staring at the camera with that “you’re next” look. My brain was split in two: one part doing pool math, other part thinking about pausing and just pulling my dick out.

The funny part is, the more into the video you get, the worse you play. It starts pretty chill, just a couple balls gliding slowly toward your side, you click, they bounce, you feel like a god of pool. Then the tempo creeps up, more balls appear, angles get annoying, and meanwhile the blonde is getting fucked harder, the camera zooms closer, you see spit, see her tits slapping together, cum threat hanging in the air, and suddenly you’re missing clicks. One ball slips into your pocket, you flinch like you actually lost something important. Another one goes in, and the game punishes you for being horny and distracted, which is honestly fair. At one point I was trying to line up a perfect rebound toward the far corner pocket, and as I clicked, she moaned louder, jerked her hips, and I mis-timed so badly the ball rolled straight into my own hole like a traitor. I actually said “fuck you” out loud to a pixel ball. Also the click hitbox feels tiny randomly, like once I swear I clicked dead on but the game just looked at me like, nah bro, you missed, enjoy that ball in your pocket. No idea if it’s lag or me being clumsy with one hand.

It has this weird hypnotic rhythm: click, bounce, glance at the blonde getting her pussy stretched, look back, another ball, another glance, her lips wrapped around a thick cock, tables filling, tension rising. There’s no deep story, nobody cares whose pool hall this is, but she looks like that classic porn-site banner girl from early 2010s, fake lashes, bright lipstick, messy hair, and it hits a certain nostalgia spot. The pool physics are just realistic enough to matter, like you actually can do this scuffed mini bank shot by hitting one ball into another and watching it roll neatly into the far pocket while the first one brushes dangerously near your own side, so your heart does that tiny jump. If you’re the type that gets turned on by multitasking under pressure, this is pure brain rot: your eyes keep darting between the table and her wet, shiny pussy getting pounded, trying to keep all your pockets clean while balls rain from everywhere. I kinda wish there was some crazy twist like her reacting when you win, or the sex changing when you mess up, but no, it just keeps going like a dirty screensaver while you fight the balls on the table. And somehow that’s exactly why I kept clicking “again” instead of closing the tab.

Similar to the casino game beat and stay or hit blackjack the opponent hand to strip the girl. Today we got dealer - Godsmack lead singer Sully Erna. Just get 21 point to strip that girl.

Roger is this horny rabbit with way too much confidence and zero swimming skills, and for some reason that mix really works here. The whole thing is basically one long tease: Jessica is lying there, tits out, hips up, looking like she walked straight out of some bootleg version of that old movie, and your idiot bunny keeps faceplanting in the water instead of landing on her. You only press space. That’s it, just space. But it turns into this weird obsession where you’re trying to get that perfect run, the perfect jump, that one clean arc that drops you right between her legs instead of splashing like a moron a pixel too short.

The best part is how simple it looks at first and how you start to feel the timing in your body after a few tries. You tap space a little late and he just kind of waddles and flops, and Jessica’s huge redhead curves stay just out of reach, almost mocking you. You hold too long, he overshoots and you go flying past her, like “congrats, you cleared the level, but you didn’t get to fuck the girl.” That first time you actually nail the jump and land dead center on her, there’s this tiny second of silence where your brain goes “no way that worked” and then he just starts pounding her. No slow romance, no fade to black, just straight cartoon rabbit dick slamming into this stacked, big-titted Jessica clone who’s moaning like she’s been waiting the whole game for you to learn how to press a button correctly.

I liked how each stage feels almost the same but not quite. The ground is longer or shorter, the water pool is placed a bit differently, and your brain keeps trying to measure it like “ok, last one was full run then jump, this one maybe I jump a hair earlier?” It makes you weirdly focused. My browser history looked like: WhatsApp Web, Gmail, work shit, then “Roger jump porn game” in the middle. I had YouTube music on in another tab and kept pausing it without even thinking, just so I could hear when he hits the water vs when he lands on her soft, thick body. The splash sound started to piss me off, actually. It’s such a small thing, but once you hear that instead of the wet fuck sounds, your whole mood crashes. I kept telling myself, “one more run, I’ll quit after I hit her again,” then I’d miss by a tiny bit and my eye would twitch and I’d hit space again.

And Jessica, man, she’s distracting in a good and bad way. Her big tits are just there, jiggling slightly, bright hair like a red flag, ass raised like an invitation. She doesn’t move much, but it works, because you fill in the blanks in your head. I catch myself staring at her nipples instead of watching the distance I need to run, then of course I fuck up the timing. When you finally get it right, Roger just starts drilling her like a rabbit high on hormones, and it’s pretty dirty for how stupid the setup is. No deep story, no “emotional connection”, just a horny rabbit trying to line up the perfect fuck on a curvy redhead who looks like she crawled straight out of some old VHS fantasy. It’s clumsy, kind of trashy, sometimes frustrating as hell, and I still kept going back to jump again just to see him land on her and pound that cartoon pussy like it’s the only thing that matters.

Villa parties always sound harmless on paper, right? “Just come dry your clothes, chill a bit, have a drink.” Yeah, this game looks at that sentence and goes, nah, how about a softcore horror of horny people who clearly don’t know the word “no” and a girl who really just wants to get home in one piece. You play Ahoroa, still a bit wet from that whole waterfall adventure, stuck in this fancy villa with a bunch of new “buddies” who are acting like Pornhub background characters that finally got speaking lines. The whole vibe is: cozy place, warm lights, alcohol everywhere, and you constantly doing mental math like, “Ok, how drunk can I pretend to be without getting actually fucked?” It’s erotic, but not in the usual power fantasy. It’s more like edging your own danger sense. Half of the tension is you wanting to see how far they push, and half is hating yourself for being curious when you’re supposed to be preventing a full-on orgy.

The game is kind of a cocktease and a cockpunch at the same time. On one hand, the pacing is slow and sticky, like wandering around a party where every room smells like sex that almost happened. They’re trying to get Ahoroa wasted, slipping her drinks, cornering her on couches, brushing hands over bare thighs under those still-not-dry clothes. You’d think it’s just a straight-up porn route, but the main “task” is twisted: you’re not here to surrender, you’re here to dodge. You’re trying to keep her legs closed and her head clear, even while the scenes keep turning the heat up. They’ll pull you into conversations where the choice options are like: “Laugh it off,” “Tease back,” or “Shut him down,” and you already know one of those is basically pressing the big red “Welcome to the villa fuckfest” button. Sometimes you’ll pick the “safe” answer and still get stuck in this awkward lap situation with a guy whose hand just “happens” to slide too high. That’s the part that got under my skin. It’s not a nice, clean border between safe and horny. It’s messy, like real people trying their luck and not taking hints. The orgy threat hovers over everything, like if you misplay two or three moments, you just wake up later with clothing gone, mouth dry, and a room that smells like everyone got what they wanted except you. I kinda wish there was an option to flip the script and turn the villa into your playground, but the whole point is resisting that gravity, not enjoying it. Which is funny, because it’s still hot. Uncomfortable hot. “I hate this, don’t stop” hot.

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