It’s strange how this one tries to pretend it’s a parody while actually getting way too sincere halfway through. You start thinking it’s just cheap fanservice - Mavis smirking in that hotel corridor, Katara leaning against the pool edge - but then, out of nowhere, the dialogues start sounding like somebody’s diary. My English isn’t perfect, but even I can tell when a line hits too real. The Ren’Py interface is fine, though I got stuck trying to adjust the text speed; the button hides behind a translucent menu that looks nice but messes with screen readers. I use NVDA sometimes, and it freaked out completely during the Starfire route. Accessibility zero points there, sorry. But then again, when you’re watching Raven blush and mutter something filthy under her breath, you kind of don’t care about menus anymore.

At first, I thought the 3D models looked stiff; then I noticed how the camera lingers - not on obvious parts, but the small gestures, fingers twitching, eyes half-closed, that moment before someone decides “yeah, I want this.” It’s erotic, yes, but also messy, human. And yet, sometimes, it feels like the devs wanted to prove they could make emotional porn, only to end up making emotional confusion. Kim Possible calling you “hero” right after a scene that’s absolutely not heroic? Weirdly funny. Like the game knows it’s broken and leans into it. I swear one of the background tracks loops a single moan for ten minutes - thought my browser crashed. Didn’t. Just art, apparently.

Also, can we talk about Gwen’s route? She keeps referencing tech stuff that doesn’t exist, like “I’ll hack your desire protocol,” which sounds dumb until she actually pulls off an in-game stat change mid-dialogue. That moment made me laugh so hard I forgot what I was doing. Maybe that’s the point. It’s clumsy, horny, self-aware, and frustrating all at once. There’s no polish, but there’s personality dripping from every busted transition. I hate it. I think I love it. I don’t even know anymore.

Sylvara is fucked. Not in the poetic way. In the goblins-actually-run-the-place way, with their stink everywhere and those weird pheromone clouds that make everyone way too horny to think straight. You’re not some faceless hero here, you’re stuck in the skin of these three elf girls, Lea, Valya and Anneli, trying to pretend everything is “normal” while the city slowly turns into a green-skinned playground. The game leans hard into that tension between wanting to fight and wanting to just give in and get railed by the enemy. And because it’s a visual novel style thing, the pacing is slow on purpose: you wake up, decide what to do with the day, and every little choice pushes you closer to escape or closer to goblin breeding stock territory, sometimes both at the same time, which is honestly the main kink here.

What sold me isn’t even the sex at first, it’s the way the daily routine feels like it’s constantly humming in your ears. You’ve got tasks that are boring on paper, like helping in some supply room or going to “train”, but the game sneaks filth into it. One morning I sent Lea “just to gather information” in a tavern corner, and the sound layering there is wild. In the background, you have this sticky low murmur of goblin grunts, mugs slamming, chairs scraping on stone, and under that, some faint wet noise from a side room. Nothing on screen shows it, but your brain connects it instantly. That kind of sound hint is way hotter than showing every hole filled. Then when she accidentally brushes against a goblin guard, there’s this little sucking cloth sound as his hand grabs her ass, plus her tiny breath catching in the mic, just a half gasp, not some anime squeal. It feels dirty, like you’re listening from behind a door, not sitting in front of a PC with headphones.

Sex scenes themselves get pretty brutal, in a good way for this genre. There’s one where Valya gets cornered in a storage cellar after trying to steal some key item. The wood creaks when he pins her against the crates, you can hear little glass bottles rattling each time he slams into her. Her voice goes from stubborn, almost annoyed, to this broken, fucked-out stutter when the pheromones kick in. The goblin voices aren’t generic growls either; they’re nasal and taunting, with these wet lip smacks that made me actually pull one earcup off like, “ok that’s a bit too real.” I wish the footsteps on stone had more bass, that part feels weirdly light, but everything around the penetration is heavy and sticky and loud in that porn-audio way that’s hard to pull off without sounding fake. Here they ride the edge nicely. A few moans loop a bit too obvious after a while, you’ll start hearing the same “nhh!” in your sleep, but by the time you notice you’re already clicking “continue” just to hear how far they’ll humiliate her next time. There’s one quiet moment, after a long session, where Anneli just sits there breathing, no music, just a little trembling inhale and the gross slick sound of goblin cum dripping to the floor. That’s when I realized the game understands something most devs forget: silence is also a sound, and here it’s filthy as hell.

First thing that hit me with this one was how casual it feels, like some horny side project that got out of hand in the best way. You drop into this Dragon Ball world as some dude yanked from another reality, and instead of saving planets you’re mostly trying to not get crushed between curves and power levels. It’s very “yeah yeah, plot, now let’s see what Android 18 looks like when you push her patience too far”. And it works. The 3D girls have that Koikatsu flavor, kind of doll-like but expressive enough that when Videl rolls her eyes at you, you actually feel like you earned that disrespect. Then three clicks later she’s on your lap talking way sweeter than she should, like your choices actually mattered even when they kind of didn’t. I kept clicking through scenes on autopilot and suddenly realized I’m min-maxing affection points like it’s some horny JRPG, while chilled music in the background makes it feel way more wholesome than it actually is. The soundtrack is funny in a good way, it’s lo-fi chill beats that sound like something from a 24/7 YouTube study playlist, playing over a blowjob scene. My brain was confused but also very okay with it.

The game is still rough though, and honestly that’s part of the charm. Some menus feel like they were slapped together in Ren’Py at 3 in the morning, buttons in weird places, a log that you forget exists, auto mode that goes too fast that one time and you never tweak it again. You move from Bulma teasing you in the lab, straight into Chi-Chi scolding you like a strict mom and then suddenly it’s full-on sexual and you’re like “okay, that escalated fast, but fine”. Sometimes the pacing is all over the place: one route with Android 21 takes its time, lots of flirting and little touches, and then in another scene with Android 17 it’s like he barely gives you space to breathe before you’re dragged into something you absolutely shouldn’t be enjoying, but you are. I had one moment where Videl is talking all serious about your isekai situation, and in the background the chill track is looping this same snare hit that sounds weirdly off-beat. It drove me insane. I kept thinking about that tiny sound instead of her boobs, which feels like a crime for an adult game. I never fixed it, just kept playing with this small annoyance poking my ear like a mosquito. Still, there’s this one route with 18 where she starts out cold as ice, you pick the slightly smug answers, push her just enough, and by the time she’s grinding on you while pretending she’s still in control, the lo-fi track swirling gently in the back, it all clicks. Messy, horny, kind of stupid in spots, but it scratches that “I shouldn’t enjoy fucking up the Dragon Ball canon this much” itch perfectly.

Eight years after all the magic bullshit went “ok sure, now this is normal”, you’re dropped into this weirdly calm university life where everyone pretends they grew up, but nobody really did. She’s a blonde student now, technically an adult, wearing the ID card, going to lectures, passing bored faces in the hallway, and still getting that same rush when an old face appears at the back of the class. It starts slow. Too slow, honestly. You’re clicking through her daily routine, half-listening to some teacher talk about something nobody cares about, then suddenly you’re in this abandoned classroom with someone who used to save worlds with her, and now they’re just awkwardly standing too close. The game does this a lot. One second you’re watching her stare at a timetable, next second she’s on her knees between someone’s legs, the kind of blowjob scene that feels like the dev actually remembers what horny fans want: saliva, messy sounds, a bit of funny dialogue that somehow doesn’t ruin the mood. It’s not super polished, you see the seams, but that kinda works here. Feels like a fanfic that escaped Google Docs and picked up a Ren’Py engine on the way.

The whole thing is pure nostalgia porn mixed with actual porn. You get those “oh shit, I remember that” moments when she meets old acquaintances who are now adults too, but the way they look at her tells you everyone’s thinking less about magic and more about who’s going to end up pinned against a dorm wall. Scenes hit different when you’re the one choosing which door she knocks on after class. One route had me send her to this “study session” that turned into a very not-safe-for-library handjob under the table, while the teacher droned on two meters away. Another time I picked what I thought was the wholesome choice and somehow ended with her mouth full in a storage closet, joking about how this is better than exams. The game likes to pretend you’re roleplaying her feelings, but let’s be honest, half the time you’re just testing how far the dev will let this parody go without breaking the character completely. Some lines are a bit cringe, some scenes end too quick, and there’s this one background track that kept looping during a really hot scene and I wanted to strangle it, but I didn’t mute it. I just complained out loud to no one and kept clicking, because the next CG looked really nice in the wrong way. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be smart. It’s a horny, slightly rough fan-made eroge where a once chaotic magical girl is now a horny uni student with way too many “private talks” after class, and if you were ever into that show, your brain will fill in all the parts the script rushes through. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

You wake up in a world that feels too heavy with history, like the air itself remembers every god that ever fucked, lied, or loved here. It’s not some shiny Olympus on a postcard - it’s cracked marble, sweat, and the smell of skin after lightning. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to be mortal or divine, but everyone who looks at you seems to want to find out by getting under your clothes. The game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s about heroism; it’s about hunger, the kind that makes your chest ache and your hands shake when someone whispers your name like a prayer. You make choices, yeah, but half the time it feels like the choices are making you - pulling you toward lust or rage or something that tastes like both.

There’s this one scene - I can’t forget it - where you’re standing in front of a goddess who’s pretending to be human. She touches your face like she’s remembering it from another life, and then suddenly she’s pressing you against the wall, and it’s not gentle. The writing doesn’t flinch; it lets the moment breathe, dirty and holy at once. That’s what got me. The sex isn’t just there to get you off (though it will, trust me), it’s tangled with the story, with the idea that desire is a kind of truth. And sometimes it’s ugly. Sometimes you hate what you want. But the game doesn’t judge. It just watches.

I kept thinking about how the gods here aren’t better than humans - they’re just more naked about their madness. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the way they look at you like you’re both prey and prophet. It’s messy, mythic, erotic as hell. The music hums low like a heartbeat, and every choice feels like it could ruin you or make you divine. Maybe both.

Kazuma finally gets to be the horny dirtbag the anime kept teasing, and honestly, it feels right. Adventurer Trainer throws you into Axel again, but instead of just watching Aqua be useless, you actually get to manage your days, grind a bit, talk shit to people, then end the day buried in some poor girl's pussy if you play your cards right. It runs in Ren’py, but it doesn’t feel like one of those lazy click-next-and-fap games, because half the time you’re juggling quests, gold, and figuring out how to not die to frogs while also trying to get Megumin to stop exploding everything and actually sit still long enough for you to undress her. The game is kind of ugly on purpose sometimes, like the UI just exists and doesn't care if you like it, and somehow that fits. It’s like those scuffed uploads you watch on Pornhub in incognito: rough around the edges, but you keep watching anyway because it pushes the right buttons. One moment you’re laughing at Aqua crying again, the next you’re balls deep in a fully animated scene with her squirming and whining and you’re thinking “yeah, this is exactly how this should go.”

What really hooked me was how often the game lets you be an asshole. You can play Kazuma as a semi-decent human, sure, but why would you, when the dialog clearly wants you to be a bit of a creep? There’s this event where you push Darkness into this heavy BDSM-flavored training and she pretends to be offended while literally shaking in place, begging for more abuse in that classic masochist paladin way. The writing feels like someone who actually watched Konosuba and then went “ok, but make it horny as fuck.” And then went too far. In a good way. I never thought I’d care about picking stats in a porn game, but here I am min-maxing luck so I can get better loot and also unlock just slightly more humiliating outcomes in some scenes. The romance part is funny because it's romantic only if your idea of romance is bullying girls you like until they moan your name; still, the banter is nice, sometimes even sweet when you’re alone with Rem and the tone suddenly softens and you’re like “wait, when did this stop being just porn.” It doesn’t, of course, because a few lines later you’re pounding her from behind and she’s whimpering into a pillow. The best part is how your daily choices end up stacking into little surprises. Like, I spent way too long working the guild counter, sending random adventurers to die, mostly for the money, then suddenly a chain unlocked and I’m getting thanked in a private room by a very grateful girl in a very unholy way. I could complain that the grind gets a bit annoying, or that the tavern background music loop made me mute the tab in Chrome out of spite and never turn it back on, but then I hit another animated H-scene where Megumin’s thighs are shaking and her voice is cracking and my brain kinda forgot I was annoyed at anything at all.

Ryo’s life is already kind of a mess, and then he gets shipped off to this tiny place called Wimblewick Isle, which sounds like a budget vacation spot but ends up being more like “horny supernatural student exchange program no one told you about.” He arrives expecting boring small-town vibes, maybe some quiet, maybe some time to cry in peace about his Tinder matches, and instead finds out half the “girls” on this island are walking around with curves, soft voices, and a big surprise between their legs that instantly makes your own issues feel… smaller. The game leans into that shock in a really playful way. The first time one of the futa girls casually presses up against him and you realize her bulge is not just the artist messing up the shading, it hits like that moment on Grindr when someone sends a pic before saying hello. Except here, they actually talk to you, tease you, and remember what you did for them yesterday.

It plays like one of those laid-back anime visual novels where you click around a map, poke your nose into places you probably shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel way too intimate for how little work you did. One minute you’re “just helping with some chores” and the next she’s closing the door, saying how grateful she is, and Ryo is backed up to the wall with a very obvious problem tenting her skirt. There’s non-linear progression, so you can wander around, chase the girl you’re into, or just be a total degenerate and push every route at once like a horny completionist. I ended up checking the map like I check Instagram, just circling spots to see who’s free to emotionally ruin me today. Some scenes hit hard in a very embarrassing way: a futa “big sister” type stroking Ryo’s hair while casually jerking herself, talking in that soft “it’s okay, you did your best” tone that somehow makes everything filthier. The femboy energy is there too, but in this flirty, self-aware style that feels like the dev actually hangs out online and didn’t just google “trap anime” in 2012 and stop researching. You do small tasks, build affection, watch numbers go up, and get rewarded with things like getting pinned to a bed and used as a stress relief toy by someone who calls you “cute” while she’s absolutely not being gentle.

The writing is messy in a way that feels kind of real. Characters say dumb stuff, make awkward jokes, flirt badly, then suddenly drop a filthy line that punches straight into your brain and stays there while you’re trying to answer work emails. There’s a girl who looks all prim and polite, then she whips it out with this shy smile and asks if you can “help her relax” because she’s too pent up to focus, and it is ten times hotter than all the super-confident porn queen stuff you see everywhere else. At the same time, the game sometimes forgets its own pacing, so you might go from soft build-up to “ok now you’re swallowing her load” like someone accidentally skipped three scenes, but honestly, that feels a bit like real online dating too. You get side events popping up when you re-visit places, so poking around the island actually matters, and there’s this constant feeling that one wrong or right click could land you in the middle of a futa-on-male scene that would get you banned from at least three apps if you tried to describe it in public. Wimblewick Isle ends up feeling like that weird group chat you swear you’re going to leave but you never do, because every time you think you’re done, someone new pops up, blushes, adjusts her skirt, and asks if you’re free to “hang out” in a way that makes you close all your other tabs just in case.

This one hits like a fucked up Valentine’s card somebody dipped in blood and spit on. Oridelle is not a “heroine,” she is a girl who died, got dragged back, and now thinks the only reason she exists is to suck off the guy who saved her. That’s the whole emotional center of the game: her on her knees, him on the throne, and you sitting there clicking through that sick loop of “thank you for saving me, please use me again.” It feels almost too intimate sometimes, like reading someone’s horny therapy diary that got infected by a horror manga. The tone flips a lot. One minute she is this soft, almost cute corpse-girl whispering how grateful she is, and three lines later she is giggling like a brain-poisoned bimbo about how her mouth is “perfect for him” and nothing else matters. It is erotic, yeah, but there is this rotten taste under it, like you bit into candy and it was raw meat.

The horror wraps itself around the sex instead of fighting it. Every time she drags herself back to that coffin, body resetting, clothes fixing, face going back to the “normal” Oridelle, it feels like watching a save file overwrite a human being. She goes out, gets broken a little more, comes back, looks the same. Inside she is not the same. You can feel the split getting wider, her real self trapped under this shiny, porn-brain alter ego that thinks being his perfect cocksleeve is holy work. Some scenes are almost boring in how focused they are on his dick and her mouth, and then suddenly one line pops where she begs him to call her by a name he gave her, not her own, and it hits harder than the actual blowjob. The game keeps telling you, quietly, that she is already dead, just not all at once. And still you keep clicking, because the pacing is like a slow, dripping faucet you kind of hate but keep staring at. Sometimes the writing leans too hard into “bimbo talk” and loses that fragile, tragic vibe I liked at the start, but then there is a moment where she hesitates before opening her lips and it all comes back. I wish there was a way to pull her out, to give her a route where she looks at him and says “no,” but the whole point is that she will not. She crawls back, every time, happy to be used, proud of how empty she can become for him, and that is what makes the whole thing stay in your head after you close the tab and pretend you are just going to check Twitter.

Sometimes you just want trash science and thick mistakes, you know? This game is exactly that: one awkward nerd in a lab, a bunch of sketchy chemicals, and zero adult supervision. It starts all innocent, like some goofy parody of those anime where the genius kid wants to become the next big brain of the world. He’s mixing his “super serum” in this tiny lab, all proud, like he’s breaking new ground. Except the only thing he actually breaks is the size limit on asses and tits. The first time his formula “fails” and you see what it actually does, I laughed out loud and also had to tab out for a second because, yeah, it hits.

The vibe is weirdly cozy and horny at the same time. You’re basically clicking through this visual story where every bad decision he makes leads to someone getting way, way bigger than they were five minutes ago. And not like small upgrade. I’m talking “how is her spine still functioning” kind of growth, bouncing off the screen, clothes surrendering instantly. There’s a really nice rhythm to it: bit of dialogue, some nerdy babbling about cells and enhancement, then boom, another girl drinks the “healthy supplement” and suddenly her ass is doing its own gravity experiment. The CG scenes are the real star here. They don’t pretend to be subtle, it’s just full-on worship of size, curves, and that moment where the character realizes “oh shit, I’m actually getting huge.” One scene where the girl leans on a table and her new tits almost knock over half the equipment had me cackling like an idiot.

What I liked is that the game leans into the fetish instead of apologizing for it. Like, if you’re here, you already know what you want: expansion, growth, bigger, bigger, bigger. And it delivers that in a way that feels playful, not clinical. The nerd boi is such a dork, he talks about his formula like it’s going to win a Nobel Prize, while the player is obviously just waiting to see who gets inflated next. At the same time, some of the dialogue is kinda clunky and tries to be too clever, which slows down the fun when you just want to watch another “oops, wrong dosage” moment. There’s one random line about safety regulations that pissed me off for no reason, like bro, you’re literally turning people into walking sex balloons, nobody cares about your lab coat. Still, when the serum finally kicks in and her hips start outgrowing the chair, music barely matters, writing barely matters, it’s just pure “holy shit, look at that” energy. Honestly the only DLC this needs is more ridiculous aftermath scenes, like trying to fit through doors or sit on a chair that obviously never had a chance. But yeah, he keeps pouring that thicc juice and we keep watching, pretending it’s about “science” while our mouse hand is busy with totally different research.

You start as this absolute bottom-of-the-barrel guy, the kind of dude who probably smells like cheap instant coffee and porn tab history, and then suddenly an ancient demon just pops into your life like it’s a Discord ping. No contract, no “I’ll take your soul,” nothing serious. He just wants to watch you stumble through a world full of horny women, bad decisions, and way too many chances to stick your dick where it really, really shouldn’t go. The vibe is half dumb comedy, half “oh shit, she’s actually letting me do that?” and it swings between them so fast you don’t even notice when you’re laughing at a joke while your mouse is already hovering over the next choice that leads to someone moaning your name.

What I really liked is how the game plays with your expectations. You think “ok, generic loser turned sex magnet, I know this story,” and then the demon just keeps trolling you. One scene he’s hyping you up to seduce a girl, next scene he’s basically calling you an idiot while still helping you get your dick wet. I had this moment with one of the girls where it started like a soft romance thing, kinda sweet, almost wholesome, then the dialog took a weird turn, and a few clicks later I was balls deep in her on the floor, with the demon dropping sarcastic comments in the background like some perverted Twitch chat. It’s not subtle at all, and that’s somehow the charm. Sex hits fast, positions change quick, clothes vanish like they’re allergic to screen time, and the whole thing feels like someone mashed horny fanfic and shitpost humor together after a long day.

Not everything works, and that’s fine, it actually makes it feel more human. Some jokes land flat as fuck, like they were written while scrolling Twitter and never reread. There’s this tiny UI thing with how some choices sit a bit crooked on the textbox, and for some reason that annoyed me way more than it should. I kept staring at it, like “why is that word shifted a pixel?” while a girl is literally riding the MC and moaning in the background. One scene fades a bit too fast right before the cumshot and it pissed me off way more than the demon did. Porn brain wants to see the finish, not a quick fade like a shy YouTuber cutting a video. But then the next route throws you into another crazy situation, the MC still being a horny idiot, the demon still poking fun, and suddenly you’re watching tits bounce again and kinda forget what you were complaining about in the first place. The whole thing feels like a trashy, horny night where you promised yourself “just one more scene” and somehow you’re still clicking, half for the sex, half to see how much stupider and hornier this loser’s life can get.