The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.

First rays of sunlight pour in from the window overlooking the village square, nudging Naruto Uzumaki, Seventh Hokage, out of an unusually quiet slumber. Tonight spared him from any ramen-related troubles.

He groans softly as he stretches the aches born from endless battles, his body reminding him just how many struggles and signatures he’s endured. He wraps the familiar Hokage cloak around his shoulders, the heavy fabric a constant reminder of the duty pressing down on him, a ever-present sign of the village’s reliance on him.

Just another day begins - an intricate dance lined with back-to-back council talks, sudden shinobi alarms, and that nagging impulse to run away. Escape with his boy Boruto, chasing trouble and laughter calls to him louder than ever.

He takes a deep breath, resolve hardening within as a faint smile cracks through. Because this village won’t save itself - and neither will his family.

But beneath the surface, a restless beast stirs. Beyond the layers of bureaucracy and duty, raw, human impulses claw for attention. This isn’t merely a story about battles or leadership - it’s a tangled web of power, lust, and secrets begging to be unraveled.

Step inside the shadows of the Hokage’s life, where public duty clashes with private craving. Every choice you make pulls you closer to unraveling passions nobody expected - sometimes tender, sometimes wild, always unrelenting.

Are you ready to follow Naruto where few dare to look? The village sleeps, but your story starts now.

Man, this casting studio thing is way more addictive than I expected. You basically play this dude who's setting up his own adult film studio, and all these anime waifus show up wanting to be pornstars. Sounds ridiculous? Yeah, totally is. But somehow it works because the whole setup is so absurd it becomes fun.

The management part caught me off guard - you're not just clicking through sex scenes, you actually have to run this weird business. Pick your assistant first (I went with Valeria because... reasons), then these famous anime girls start showing up for "auditions." We got Mitsuri from Demon Slayer looking all innocent until she's not, Yor from Spy x Family being surprisingly kinky, and Hinata who's way more confident than in Naruto. The conversations before anything happens are actually pretty decent - not Shakespeare but better than most games where dialogue exists just to get to the fucking. Power from Chainsaw Man is absolutely unhinged in the best way possible, and Nami... well, she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.

What's weird is how the whole casting couch scenario doesn't feel as sleazy as it should? Maybe because these are fictional characters who are actively choosing this career path, but the game treats it more like a business simulation with lots of sex. You can do anal, vaginal, watch them strip and tease, the usual stuff. Some girls are into BDSM, others prefer vanilla encounters. The ahegao faces are pretty well done too. Graphics are decent 3D, nothing groundbreaking but gets the job done. They're adding new waifus monthly which is cool I guess, though I'm still figuring out all the current ones. Erza's scenes are intense as hell btw - that woman does not mess around.

You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.

Argleton looks like some sleepy small town from those old Facebook farming games, but it feels more like your horny browser history got stuck inside a dating sim and started breathing. You just show up there, like it is normal that a whole city is cut off from the world, and nobody questions it. People just flirt, joke about weird stuff, and somehow every second “innocent” chat at the coffee shop ends with somebody talking about dicks or chakra or some Marvel-level mutation. It has that lazy sandbox feeling, where you’re supposed to “relax”, but every click wants to drag you into another scene with big tits in your face and a choice like “be a gentleman” or “bend her over the sink”. Sometimes both. Sometimes you pick the “nice” option and somehow still end up with her riding you in POV while making ahegao like she is trying to catch flies with her tongue.

What kills me is how the game pretends it’s all just goofy humor and slice of life, then suddenly you are in a cosplay bar talking with a Milf dressed as Chun Li, and she is asking if you prefer anal or titfuck while she strokes you under the table. You think, “ok, it is just chat teasing”, and then she pulls your cock out and starts a handjob in full view, like exhibitionism is just Tuesday here. The dialog tries to be funny, sometimes it really hits, feels like a dirty Reddit comment, sometimes it sounds like Google Translate had a stroke, which honestly fits my soul. I played on my phone in a bus with brightness too high, and of course that is exactly when some X‑Men lookalike mutant girl is sucking me off with glowing eyes and the guy next to me pretends he does not see. The animations are not Hollywood, but when a girl with thick ass bounces on you, tits jumping all over, it’s enough. Creampie shots look sticky and rude, in a good way. Then ten minutes later you are just clicking around town map again like nothing happened, stalking icons like Instagram stories.

What really messed with me is how many different flavors of horny they cram in without making a big speech about it. One scene you are giving a shy virgin a soft first-time vaginal sex in romantic candle light, POV, trying not to scare her, then later you are spanking a cosplayer dressed as Kitana, pushing a dildo in her while she laughs and begs for more. There is a lesbian thing in the park where two girls start groping each other for “practice” and drag you in like a living sex toy. A Milf neighbor with big tits uses “yoga” as excuse to grind on you until you accidentally cum on her feet and she just shrugs, wipes it, and offers a footjob “to relax you properly”. Some storylines are sweet, almost too wholesome, romance and dates and small talk, and then suddenly you are choking a girl who asked for more domination, pounding her ass and watching her roll her eyes back. The point and click stuff is simple, you tap, you choose, sometimes you grind money or affection, classic mobile time waster, but with groping in changing rooms and girls sending you masturbation clips at night. I kept taking censored screenshots for my folder and laughing, because half of them look like normal town life, and the other half is just some girl in cosplay costume, spread wide, filled with your cum like that is part of the local tourism program. It should not work, but it does.

You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.

Amnesia plus a house full of insanely hot women is always a mess, and here it goes straight into “you really should not fuck these people” territory in the best possible way. You wake up with no clue who you are, where you are, or why everybody around you has porn-tier curves and acts like walking temptation. Nobody is calling it what it is, but the way they look at you, the way they lean in too close, the way they “accidentally” brush their tits on your arm while pretending everything is normal, it’s obvious this place is broken in a very fun way. The game lets you be that guy who is a bit lost, a bit horny, and way too curious for his own good. You’re poking around the house, pretending to look for answers, but every answer is attached to a big ass or a soft mouth or a “don’t tell anyone about this” smile. You get these slow teasing scenes where she’s sitting on the couch, you see just a bit too much thigh, the top rides up, she pretends she doesn’t notice you staring. Then she notices. Then she keeps pretending. One click later your hand is on her leg and she’s breathing harder instead of pushing you away. That kind of vibe all over the place.

What I actually liked is that it’s not only “click the option to fuck, congratulations, fade to black.” You can go for the lazy perv route, just sneaking around, watching them change, catching them in the shower with the door not fully closed, staying silent while your dick does all the thinking. Or you risk a hand sliding under the towel, fingers tracing along her hip, waiting if the game slaps your hand away or lets you explore more. Sometimes they play shy, especially the older one with that whole “I shouldn’t, this is wrong” routine while her tongue is already on your shaft and she’s looking up at you, eyes wet, like that solves anything. The build up hits pretty hard: the way she strokes you slow at first, then faster, spits a little, you can almost hear that sloppy sound in your head. And it actually lets you push it, not just oral then cutscene. You can pull her onto your lap, feel her grind over you, panties soaked, until she finally gives in and you’re buried inside her. There is this one scene where you go from a careful touch on her ass to just full on pounding her from behind, watching those cheeks bounce, and when you finally unload, you stay in and she squeezes around you while you flood her. Zero “safe” choices there, it just focuses on that raw “I’m not pulling out” energy and lets you enjoy the mess you made while she’s panting, legs shaking, pretending she didn’t like it as much as you did.

It’s weird how this one opens so soft, like it’s pretending to be an average story about school life and studying, and then bam - someone’s hand is halfway down a skirt before you realize it’s even happening. The pacing’s all messed up in a good way, like the dev forgot what subtlety means but accidentally nailed tension instead. You’re walking through a hallway scene, low chatter from classmates, and then a camera pan catches Will’s reflection in a trophy case - his eyes look too damn curious. That’s when you know: this isn’t about grades. Cindy acts like she’s clueless, but you catch that smirk every time the screen lingers a second too long on her mouth. It’s not polished storytelling, but it’s the kind where you can smell the sweat before the clothes even start dropping.

The voyeur stuff hits differently here; it’s not shown like cheap shock but like this slow infection that spreads between scenes. You peek, then you keep peeking, and before long you’re complicit. There’s this one balcony scene - moonlight, wind, a half-whispered laugh - and then suddenly everything’s skin and breath and barely-there sound effects that make your phone vibrate like it’s judging you. I swear the devs have a thing for teasing you right to the edge just to throw in some totally unnecessary dialogue about saving the world. Who even remembers the fantasy subplot? It’s like the plot’s drunk, swaying between hero talk and someone’s mom bending over too slow. And yeah, I noticed the weird physics on the boobs during that group scene; they move like they’ve got their own quest log. Not complaining, just confused.

If you’re gonna play it, don't rush. Let it drag you through the awkward pauses and dumb jokes. The corruption stuff doesn’t hit hard if you spam-click past conversations; you gotta soak in the guilt, the little side glances. That’s where it gets spicy - where the world feels too real for a 2D mess of pixels. I kept thinking I’d close it after “just one more scene,” but then someone moaned out a name that wasn’t supposed to be moaned, and yeah... there went my evening.

Shiori looks like that perfect honor student you see on anime posters in the train, all serious face and huge chest squeezed into a clean uniform, but this game basically asks one question: what happens when that kind of girl gets addicted to being watched? Not in a romantic “notice me senpai” way, more like “watch me ride this bike while my skirt flies up and I pretend I don’t see you drooling”. It starts harmless enough, the whole cycling club thing, her trying to help out this small weak club that nobody cares about. Then she catches that girl exposing herself behind the school and it’s like something snaps. After that, every race feels less like sports and more like public masturbation with extra steps. You’re not just going for first place, you’re going for “how many guys in the crowd are fully hard by the finish line”.

The game is an RPG on paper, but honestly the important part is where you choose exactly how far Shiori is going to push it this time. You’re rolling around town in her school uniform on the bike, and little by little she starts treating the map like her own pervert playground. That corner near the park? Yeah, that’s the one where she pretends to fix her shoe, bends over way too much, and lets her panties ride up while office workers walk by. The empty street by the river? Perfect spot to slip a vibrator in, jump back on the bike and see how long she can keep pedaling before she has to pull over and rub her clit like crazy. Sometimes she’s trying to act composed, sometimes she just straight up spreads her legs on a bench and fingers herself while some random guy pretends to look at his phone. The censorship mosaic on the pussy is there, it’s an oldschool Japanese thing, but the animation still sells the whole “I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I can’t stop” vibe. Her tits bounce around annoyingly well too, especially when she’s riding out of the saddle and the shirt is already half open. Cycling form? Terrible. H scene quality? Kinda dangerous if you’re playing one-handed.

Where it gets really wild is when her confidence goes up and you start stacking all the exhibition tricks like a horny skill tree. At first it’s just flashing her panties during a race, then she’s tugging her top up so you can see those big tits spilling everywhere, then she’s smearing body paint all over herself and using the bike like a sex toy. One moment she’s a serious council president pushing hard to win the race, next moment she’s jacking some random dude off behind the stands while still wearing her helmet. There’s this scene where she finishes a race way ahead, breathing hard, and instead of just celebrating she walks right in front of the crowd, pulls a toy out of her bag and starts sliding it inside herself, sweat dripping, guys staring, phones out, cum shots flying later when they drag her behind the tent and take turns, filling her pussy until there’s white stuff leaking down her thighs. Another time she loses on purpose, then kneels between the winner and some staff members and gives them messy handjobs with her tits pressed together, swallowing their cum and looking back at the stands like she wants someone to catch her. The game is full of those small fucked up details: her pretending to be embarrassed while clearly loving it, the way she grips the handlebars tighter when the vibe hits deep, how she keeps racing with semen already sloshing inside her, like a walking creampie trophy. Honestly, half the time I forgot there was even a “club to save” plot going on, I was just opening the in-game phone, hunting for the next spot where she could strip, get drenched in bukkake, or end a nice calm bike ride with a threesome that leaves her ass gaping and her face covered. It’s messy, pervy, kinda trashy in the best way, and somehow it fits this whole low-key cycling theme way better than it should.

You wake up like some discount isekai protagonist, except instead of a goddess you get a smug catgirl perched on your chest, flicking your nose and calling you “pet” before you’ve even remembered your own name. She’s got a tail that never stops moving, ears that twitch every time you stare at her boobs for too long, and this stupidly cute collar that looks harmless until you notice the tiny shock symbols on it. Her “friend” is a floating robot ball with too many lenses and zero shame, scanning your body like it’s doing a hentai route speedrun. It keeps popping up in the worst possible moments, recording things, projecting things, adding “achievement unlocked” sounds when you manage to make someone squirt. The tone is somewhere between horny fever dream and slightly cursed sci‑fi, like someone mashed a harem fantasy together with a broken VR assistant and said: yeah, this is fine.

The game throws you into a sandbox city that feels normal for about five seconds. Then the catgirl drags you to a “training room” that’s basically a BDSM gym. You’ve got stocks, benches, magical glowing restraints that cling to skin like liquid metal, paddles that track “spank combo” count, and a weird high‑tech milking rig that starts as a joke and very quickly is not a joke. She teases you like hell, grinding on your lap, brushing your cock with her tail, then hopping away the moment you’re close because “good pets don’t cum without permission.” Orgasm denial hits early and it hits hard. The childhood friend shows up right when you’re half naked, sweaty, and frustrated. She’s tanned, short‑haired, built like she actually wins wrestling tournaments, and somehow straight up chill about walking in on you pinning the catgirl down. Next thing you know, she’s challenging you to a “friendly” grapple match where you either get your face smashed into her tits or taken down and ridden until you’re begging. She laughs when you lose, but her voice cracks a bit when you slide your hand along the tanlines on her hips and squeeze.

What caught me off guard is how the game keeps jumping from horny clowning to actual weird tenderness. You’re making a monster girl elf blush while she’s chained by glowing runes and calling you “master,” but then she shyly asks if you’d rather go slow and break her hymen properly instead of just ramming her. The robot orbits around you, projecting voyeur scenes like a perv Netflix: group sex in a bathhouse with steam barely covering bouncing big tits, a cosplay café where the maids are locked into orgasm denial belts until closing time, lactation experiments gone “accidentally” wild. There’s this one moment where you use your new powers to freeze time for everyone except yourself and your chosen girl, and it’s romantic for exactly three seconds before you realize you can reposition them, pose them, edge them, spank them, and even line up an anal creampie while the clock is still paused. You feel like a god and a creep at the same time, which is kind of the running joke here.

The pregnancy stuff ramps up once you stop pulling out. The game casually tracks who you’ve filled, who’s potentially knocked up, and then a few cycles later you’re getting messages like “my tits won’t stop leaking, can you help?” and suddenly you’re hand‑pumping milk out of a catgirl while the tan wrestler is kneeling behind you, stroking your dick with one hand and slapping your ass for “motivation.” There’s actual pregnant sex, big bellies bouncing while you go hard from behind, milk spraying when you pinch nipples, and that messed up but hot mix of them being embarrassed and proud at the same time. Sometimes the pacing is weird, you’ll go from spooky hallway with glitchy horror noises and a monster girl creeping along the ceiling to a goofy titfuck scene where the robot comments on your form like a coach. I kind of hated that shift and still replayed the voyeur scenes way too often. Oh, and there’s this tiny bug where the catgirl’s tail clips into her own ass right when you’re about to finish, and now I can’t unsee it. Still kept fucking her, of course.