Man, this MHA dating sim is like finding a twenty dollar bill in your old jeans pocket - unexpectedly good but kinda wrinkled around the edges. The Koikatsu engine does most of the heavy lifting here, and honestly? It works better than it has any right to. You're basically living out every weeb's fantasy of hooking up with the Class 1-A girls, plus some pro heroes who definitely shouldn't be giving you the time of day but here we are.

The character roster is honestly impressive - we got Ochako being all cute and bubbly, Momo with that rich girl energy that somehow makes the paizuri scenes hit different, and don't even get me started on Mirko because that rabbit hero will absolutely wreck you in the best possible way. Mt Lady's scenes are chef's kiss, especially when she's in that cheerleader outfit that makes zero sense contextually but who cares. The dialogue tries to stay true to the characters which is... ambitious, I'll give them that. Sometimes Tsuyu sounds exactly like herself, other times she's spouting lines that would make Mineta blush. It's inconsistent but when it works, it really works.

Look, the gameplay loop is pretty standard dating sim stuff - talk to girls, pick dialogue options, unlock increasingly spicy scenes. Nothing groundbreaking there. But the variety of positions and scenarios keeps things interesting. The footjob scene with Jiro had me questioning my life choices in the best way, and the lesbian content with Toga and Uraraka is surprisingly well animated. Sure, some of the English translation reads like it went through Google Translate twice, and occasionally the girls' personalities do complete 180s between scenes, but when you're balls deep in a threesome with Mina and Hagakure (invisible girl jokes write themselves), you're not exactly critiquing the narrative consistency. The visual novel elements feel tacked on but whatever, we're not here for Shakespeare.

You know that feeling when a game looks like it was thrown together in someone’s horny fever dream, but somehow it still works on you way harder than the “polished” stuff? This one is exactly that, like an accidental ASMR session where the mic is clipping a bit and you hear the creator breathing too close, yet your brain goes, yeah, keep going. It’s a Ren’Py visual novel that dumps you into an isekai version of Attack on Titan, only instead of getting eaten by giants, you basically get eaten alive by the girls. The whole cast is here in their Koikatsu-style 3D look, slightly uncanny and shiny in all the wrong places, but that actually helps the vibe. They feel like adult dolls someone posed for you, not perfect anime waifus, and that’s kinda hot in a trashy way. First scene I got, I ended up alone with Mikasa in a quiet barracks room, and the sound of the little ambient loop in the background plus those slow text lines dripping in felt almost like whispering in your ear. It’s not amazing sound design or anything, just basic loops and light clicks, but if you’re into ASMR, that soft repetitive tap of Ren’Py text advance starts to feel like a metronome for your horny brain.

The game leans very hard into the male protagonist fantasy, no pretending it’s anything else. You’re the guy, you’re dropped into their world, and pretty fast it turns into harem territory with Sasha, Annie, Historia, Hange, and Zoe orbiting around your dick like it’s the new Wall Maria. First time Sasha drops to her knees and starts an eager blowjob, the camera angle is slightly weird, like her face is too close and the background is dead empty, but you can hear the faint menu click you made just before the scene and it accidentally amps the tension. Then later there’s a titjob scene with Mikasa where nothing really moves except her model shifting position and the text describing her squeezing you between her breasts, and the stillness makes you focus on every little line. It’s like reading smut while someone plays a low YouTube rain sound in another tab. Then the next moment the game swings to Historia giving a shy handjob, her eyes not quite tracking right because of the model, and that tiny jank suddenly feels intimate, like you caught a bootleg recording. There’s a footjob with Annie that goes on way too long text-wise, and I kind of hated it and loved it. The dev really milks every toe curl and heel press on your shaft, to the point where you’re clicking, clicking, clicking, thinking, ok I get it, she’s rubbing, and then one line hits you: “You can feel her sole slide slowly along your vein,” and your whole body reacts. Then you go right back to being annoyed that the textbox covers the best part of the screen and you can’t move it. Classic Ren’Py pain.

Romance here is not subtle, but it tries. There are choice branches where you can act more caring with Historia or tease Sasha or be weirdly gentle with Hange, and those tiny variations actually shift the energy of later scenes. One time I picked the softer answer with Historia early on, and her later blowjob had different lines, more about “wanting to take care of you,” and the way it was written had this soft ASMR energy, like verbal aftercare while she’s still sucking. Then I restarted and went full asshole route and she was colder, more detached, same animation, completely different feeling. The game plays like a first date where you know you’re going to fuck, but you’re still pretending there’s some sweetness involved. Then after a couple routes, it starts feeling like a long term thing with these girls, where you know exactly how Sasha moans when she goes too deep, or how Mikasa’s “hnn” lines always appear right before she speeds up. You kind of memorize the rhythm of their scenes. There’s romance, sure, but it’s romance written by someone who clearly loves the characters and also wants to see them swallow. The UI is clunky, some backgrounds feel like random Koikatsu screenshots, and sometimes the pacing just dies in the middle of a hot scene, but when the text, the slow click, the janky 3D pose and your own breathing sync up for a second, it hits like low budget porn that somehow turns into a brain massage. It should not work as well as it does. It really, really should not.

You check in at this weird, fucked up hotel thinking it’s just another quick jerk break between Discord messages and a half-finished ranked match in Valorant, and then it hits you: everyone here is hot, half-creepy, half-adorable, and technically dead. Not rotting dead, more like “came out of a lab, upgraded with big tits and attitude” dead. They call it relaxation, but it’s basically a cum economy. Your load is the wallet. Every handjob, every messy blowjob, every time you pump some zombie babe’s pussy, the counter goes up and more doors unlock. It sounds dumb when you explain it, but suddenly you’re actually thinking shit like “ok, I need 6 more loads to reach that room with the smug goth girl that looks like Wednesday had a way dirtier phase.”

What sinks the hook in is how familiar a lot of the girls feel, without the game screaming it in your face. One moment there’s a clumsy, brainy girl in an orange sweater who drops to her knees faster than my Wi‑Fi when I open Twitch, and the next you’re staring at a green-haired psychic that basically radiates “I could throw you through the wall, but I’d rather pin you to the bed and milk you dry.” A blonde in blue spandex leaning on the balcony rail like she owns the place, a tomboy with short hair and headphones who’s way too into teasing slow strokes with her hand, a shy chick with glasses who deepthroats like she’s trying to study your DNA. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle. It just throws familiar faces at you, puts a price on them, and says: pay in cum.

The loop is stupid simple, which honestly works when you’re half-awake after scrolling porn on Xvideos and going “ok, one more thing before sleep.” New day, new girl at the hotel desk or waiting in some shady corridor, each with their own number slapped on like a cheap mobile game microtransaction. Only here, you’re grinding with your dick. Do a few rounds with an early girl, blow your load, watch the counter climb. Hit that goal, suddenly a door you kept clicking before finally opens and there’s a smug zombie redhead licking her lips, asking for “payment.” Sometimes you just sit there staring at the screen because the animation hits that perfect angle and you forget you were supposed to stop after one nut and go back to Netflix. Controls aren’t special, some things repeat a bit too much, and the sound can be slightly off, but then a girl looks up at you mid-blowjob with those big, glossy, undead eyes and you’re like, yeah, ok, fine, one more round.

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.

This thing feels like some horny fanfic that escaped from Tumblr and accidentally learned how to be a game. It throws you straight into this dirty version of the Turtles universe where April O’Neal basically decides that “journalism” means “put my mouth and tits on the story until the truth comes out.” She still has the yellow vibe going on, but it’s tighter, shorter, hugging her ass in a way that would never pass network TV. Her tits are huge and framed like they’re the real main characters, with that bright red hair bouncing while she’s trying to “interview” guys who clearly stopped listening to her words the second her lips wrapped around them. The whole thing feels like someone took the cartoon I watched as a kid, opened Pornhub in another tab, and then mashed the two together while giggling. It shouldn’t work. It kind of does. Or maybe I’m just too weak. Hard to tell.

First time Bebop shows up, I actually laughed because the game doesn’t even pretend this is about hero vs villain. He’s standing there, all bulky and stupid, and April is trying to act like a serious reporter. Two lines of dialogue later she’s on her knees giving him a messy blowjob for “exclusive footage,” and the camera angles go full trashy amateur porn. Saliva, sloppy sounds, her eyes rolled up, and those big tits pressed together while he uses her chest like it’s part of the interrogation tools. There’s a nice little handjob moment where she’s stroking him between lines of questioning, like she’s multitasking: “who are you working with” plus “don’t blow your load yet, I still need my climax scene.” At one point I thought there’d be a moral choice or some philosophical twist, like, is April using her sexuality as power or is she just getting used and filmed like meat. Then Rocksteady crashes in and the whole thing shifts into a threesome, so yeah, any deep questions kind of drown in cum. Although, to be fair, being spitroasted by mutant criminals while still half-talking about “the story” is its own kind of feminist discourse. Maybe.

The actual moment where both Bebop and Rocksteady are pounding her is surprisingly intense. Her red hair is a mess, mascara smeared, and her huge tits bouncing while she’s being fucked from behind and stuffed from the front. The game doesn’t shy away from cumshots either, which I respect. They finish on her face, on her chest, inside her, basically treating her as a human notebook that you write the “news” on. There’s a scene where they coat her tits and she tries to stay in-character as a reporter, but she’s clearly enjoying it way too much and that tiny smile completely breaks the illusion of “I’m doing this for the channel.” It’s weirdly hot and also kind of stupid, but porn is allowed to be both. The teasing about passwords and secrets feels like those old cheat codes you’d type in on Newgrounds, except here your prize is more angles of April covered in jizz. At some point I started wondering what the Turtles were doing while all this happened, then forgot I cared because April was getting railed and the animation rhythm hit that nice hypnotic loop where you tell yourself “just one more scene” and then keep clicking like a lab rat pressing the pleasure button.

You’re itching for a sleek, stylish bag, but your pockets are empty and the price tag is way out of reach. Determined to get your hands on it, you decide there’s only one way to make that money fast - you have to head out into the unknown and hustle. Your feet carry you to a strange place marked by a sign that boldly promises “Earn money today!” Without hesitation, you dive right in, plunging into a bizarre, unfamiliar world that feels both dangerous and thrilling. Here, every character you meet carries their own heavy story and personal quest, each one more captivating and complex than the last. To survive and thrive, you’ll have to sharpen your instincts, flex your cunning, and master whatever skills you can muster. Each quest you accept will test you physically and mentally, forcing you to navigate tricky situations and make tough choices. With every challenge you overcome, you inch closer to earning the cash you desperately need - and maybe something even more tantalizing along the way. Are you ready to dive into this wild adventure, where danger, desire, and dollars intertwine? The hole is waiting. Your story begins now.

Experience Britney Spears go down on you like you’ve never imagined. You hold the power to decide just how deep and dirty she gets. Will she devour every part with hungry passion, or push the limits of pleasure?

Feel the heat rise as you command her, watching her lips and tongue expertly drive you closer and closer. This isn’t just a blowjob - it’s an intimate dance where your desires shape every second.

Choose exactly when to push her over the edge and bring yourself to a shuddering finish. From gentle handjobs to fierce cumshots, you steer the experience from start to finish.

Command Britney’s red-hot passion, mixing licking, sucking, and stroking to your perfect fantasy. It’s raw, it’s intense, and it’s built for those who want to feel the thrill of total control.

Feel the pulse of excitement grow with every choice you make, building to a mind-blowing cumshot. Britney isn’t just a fantasy here - she’s your willing partner, ready to follow your lead and deliver pure ecstasy.

Want to see how far you can push her before you both lose control? Jump in and find out what happens when you decide how and when everything ends.

A serious blunder rocks the lives of our main characters forever, compelling them to explore every possible way to restore what’s been broken. Yet, nothing will ever be quite the same again. What can you do to keep from spiraling further? The only option is to keep moving forward and make choices as they come, though the path you take will only become clear when you finally arrive at your destination.

Within this gripping, no-holds-barred story, you dive headfirst into a cascade of consequences stemming from that one fatal misstep. Each choice you face shapes your journey, twisting your fate in ways you never expected. The repercussions ripple through every corner, and you’re right in the middle of it all, forced to confront your own failures while wrestling with the fallout.

These are real people with raw emotions and messy lives, struggling with guilt, desire, and the desperate hope for redemption. Experience their tangled relationships as you steer through dangerous encounters and intimate moments that test your limits.

The story evolves with each step, pulling you deeper into a maze of lust and pain. Can you rebuild trust or will temptation tear them apart?

Here, you don’t just observe the drama unfold - you become part of it, tangled up in every raw, electric connection.

Dive into a twisted tale of lust, loss, and the fight to reclaim what’s been taken. Move forward, make your choices, and brace yourself for whatever comes next.

It’s time to face the wreckage head-on - can you handle the fallout?.

This thing starts in the school therapist office and it feels exactly like when you get caught watching porn in class and pretend it was “just a meme”. The guy is sitting there, still salty after a teacher made him look like a total idiot in front of everyone, and you can almost smell that mix of shame and rage. From there it just slowly turns into this messy revenge fantasy where every girl around him is either a target, a comfort, or a fucking landmine. It’s not elegant, it’s not subtle, and I kinda loved that. One click you’re calmly asking “how was your day?”, next click you’re pushing a hand under the desk and seeing if she’ll jerk you off while pretending to check your homework. The game is that type of horny, zero to sixty, and then suddenly back to “so, how are your grades?”.

What surprised me is how much it made me feel like some creepy cameraman in my own head. I collect animated gifs for years already, and this thing is like a neverending hunt for the perfect frame. The animated scenes are short, sometimes janky, but when that shy classmate bends over the desk and you catch that one loop where her big tits press against the wood and her ass shakes just a little too much, it’s instant “save to Gallery” moment. I literally paused the game, opened ScreenToGif, and sat there trimming a 2‑second loop of a titfuck like it was some art project. Same with the mom in the kitchen, wearing that half-assed cosplay apron that shows more cleavage than cloth, idly stroking his cock with her foot while she pretends to talk about dinner. The toe curl animation is not even smooth, but it’s burned into my brain. And yeah, they really go for that whole “family under one roof but everyone is way too horny” thing. Twins sneaking into his room, mom “checking on him” while he’s fapping, that kind of wrong that your VPN cries about.

The point & click stuff jumps from cute romance to straight up corruption so fast it feels like the protagonist doesn’t even know what line he’s crossing anymore. One scene he’s just peeking through a keyhole to watch a teacher masturbate with a sex toy, trying not to breathe too loud, and the next time you meet her he’s blackmailing her with that exact moment, pushing her to suck his dick in her office while students walk past the door. I liked that, then suddenly hated it, then went back to clicking like a degenerate. There’s this wild sleep sex sequence with one of the girls where you keep testing how far you can go while she “sleeps” and the game lets you drag your hand from innocent thigh touches up to full anal teasing and you sit there thinking “okay, this is too much” while also checking if there’s a secret climax animation hidden at the end. There are romantic bits too, like awkward dates at school and soft kissing under the stairs, but I mostly remember the stupid little things: the way her panties slide to her ankle during a rushed toilet stall blowjob, that one anal scene where her expression flickers between pain and pleasure for half a second, or the moment your milf therapist straddles you on her couch and you realize this office was never about mental health. I kinda wish the sandbox parts were less grindy, I kinda wish the incest stuff was even more unhinged, I kinda wish nothing changed at all. This game feels like browsing a secret porn folder someone forgot to organize, but every file is clickable and wants to ruin your life.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.