Isekai Brothel feels like someone cracked open my anime watchlist, dumped it on the bed, and said, “Ok, pick who you wanna fuck first.” It’s a dating sim wrapped around a brothel idea, but not the usual boring “pick one route, marry waifu, roll credits”. Here you jump between worlds and timelines, grab girls from different series, and basically run this horny multiverse where fidelity is a suggestion, not a rule. As a poly person this hits weirdly close to my fantasy: not needing to “pick best girl”, just stacking them like a chaotic harem Jenga tower and seeing what breaks first, your dick or your free time. And yeah, it’s messy. The art style and scenes don’t always match perfectly between girls, the transitions sometimes feel like someone hit the skip button too fast, but honestly that fits the vibe. It feels like a porn stash, not a museum.

What I liked a lot is how it leans hard into the “brothel” part without pretending to be moral about it. You flirt, you pay, you fuck. Sometimes you date first, sometimes you go straight to raw dog in a rented room. One moment I was having a kinda sweet “date” with a shy girl, choosing dialog options that made her open up, and then suddenly I was balls-deep while she begged me not to pull out. The jump from wholesome to filthy is fast and I actually enjoy that whiplash. There are quick sex scenes for when you just want a 2-minute stress relief, and longer dates where you build some tension before ruining her makeup. The game throws in fetishes pretty casually, like, “Oh, you clicked this girl again? Guess we’re doing anal now” and doesn’t over-explain anything. It trusts that if you’re on an adult site and recognize half these characters, you already know what you’re here for. One tiny thing that annoyed me: sometimes dialog sounds like it was translated twice through Google, then drunk-edited, but honestly I still liked that more than fake polished porn writing that nobody talks like.

The multiverse teleport tech is a cool excuse for why everyone is in one place, but the real fun is when you start mentally mixing “lore” from different shows while you’re mid-thrust. I was fucking a certain very proud, very stacked demon girl while thinking “if her boss from that other universe walked in right now, he’d probably applaud.” Then I switched to a sweet healer-type girl and went from rough choking and hair pulling to soft missionary and kissing like some kind of emotional whiplash speedrun. The game doesn’t punish you for jumping from girl to girl; it almost encourages it, like “you liked that dommy mommy? Nice, go cuddle the awkward schoolgirl now, coward.” It’s not trying to be classy, and I appreciate that a lot. Sex here can be romantic, sure, but it can also be just sloppy blowjob in a side room while other clients are busy in the back. I kinda wish there were more scenes where the girls interact with each other and not only with you, like full-on group sessions that acknowledge relationships between them, but at the same time I like the feeling that I’m sneaking from room to room, collecting different bodies and personalities like a horny little goblin. The whole thing feels like a guilty browser tab you forget to close, which is exactly how this kind of game should feel.

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

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

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

This one is basically someone asking, “what if those famous poke-women were less about battles and more about getting absolutely ruined,” and then actually following through with it. Story is simple on the surface: you’re not chasing monsters, you’re hunting their trainers. Or mothers. Or champions. The whole thing flips the usual journey idea into “collect a full set of horny women and see who breaks first.” Instead of grinding levels, you’re kind of grinding their resistance, if that makes sense. It starts almost innocent, like regular parody stuff, then suddenly you’re tossing that H pokeball and she’s on her knees calling you master like it was the most natural thing.

The first real shock for me was when you use the ball on Delia. In the main series she’s this soft, caring mom that makes sandwiches and talks about your health. Here she’s smiling, then there’s a flash, and the next second she’s kneeling with drool on her chin, looking up at you like your cock is her new religion. The game doesn’t really waste time on big emotional scenes, it just goes straight to things like forced oral and “yes, master” dialogue. Her mouth animations go from slow and shy to sloppy and eager, and every time the text pops up where she thanks you for using her, it hits that weird mix of wrong and hot. And then the game pretends none of that is messed up and just moves on to the next target. I kind of liked that total lack of guilt, even though the writing sometimes feels like someone typed it in a hurry between porn tabs on Chrome and forgot to spellcheck half the lines. There’s one line where a character moans “I am feel so good, master” and it broke my brain for a second. I still remember it, which is more than I can say for half of the porn games I tried on itch and Nutaku.

Cynthia’s stuff is where it got interesting and also kind of stupid at the same time. She’s always shown as this cool, confident champion in the anime, and here the whole idea is that you knock that calm attitude off her face one thrust at a time. The first time you trap her, she’s acting pissed, calling you a pervert, trying to keep her composure. Then that H pokeball glow hits and her pupils change, and suddenly she’s grinding on you like she’s been waiting her whole life for a thick cock from a random trainer. There’s this one scene where she’s riding you, her skin tone contrasted against yours in proper interracial porn style, and the text says she’s “losing all sense of dignity while her pussy begs for more.” The thing is, a few lines later she’s back to cool champion talk, like she didn’t just scream your name with her tongue hanging out. That whiplash is weird, but also kind of fun, in a trashy RP sort of way. And the harem angle sneaks up on you: suddenly you have Delia on one side, Cynthia on the other, and Lenora showing up as this total powerhouse milf, thick thighs and big tits that bounce way too much to be practical. There’s a part where you’re making Lenora suck you while Cynthia licks your balls, and Delia is waiting her turn, and the whole thing feels like a browser tab you’d open on XVideos with “harem” and “milf” filters on. I still wish the game didn’t reuse certain moan sounds so often, it got stuck in my head like a TikTok audio, and not in a good way. But the raw idea of turning these women into your own little slave collection, passing them around your cock like they’re just another badge to earn, that hits a very dirty fantasy nerve. It’s not clever, not classy, sometimes not even written well, but it is horny in a very direct, shameless way that a lot of polished stuff somehow forgets.

This whole thing feels like someone took every anime waifu you've ever crushed on and threw them into a blender with gacha mechanics. Pocket Waifu's got everyone - Megumin doing her explosion thing, Lucoa being all thicc dragon energy, even Tatsumaki looking perpetually annoyed while somehow being incredibly fuckable. The clicking gets mindless fast but honestly? That's kinda the point. You're not here for complex gameplay, you're here because seeing Rias Gremory in progressively skimpier outfits while numbers go up hits some primal part of your brain that retail therapy usually handles.

The progression system is whatever - click, level up, unlock scene, repeat. But fuck me the variety is impressive in a chaotic way. One minute you're getting a titjob from Lucy Heartfilia, next you're balls deep in some Nikke girl whose name I can't pronounce. The animations aren't groundbreaking but they get the job done, especially when Erza's doing that thing with her tongue or when Hinata finally stops being shy and goes full slut mode. Rosa from Pokemon looking absolutely stacked was not something I expected but here we are. The costumes unlock pretty regularly which keeps things fresh - nothing beats seeing Darkness in a maid outfit begging for it.

What's wild is how they managed to cram so many different series together without it feeling completely schizophrenic. Though honestly the Kobayashi dragon maids feel a bit out of place next to the more explicitly sexual characters, but whatever, Ilulu's tits make up for any tonal inconsistencies. The anal scenes with Sakura Matou hit different when you're three hours deep into idle clicking. Sometimes I forget I'm supposed to be managing resources and just end up staring at Yor Forger's ass physics for way too long. The mobile interface works fine but occasionally the click detection gets wonky during the more intense scenes which is annoying when you're trying to... multitask.

You ever start a game thinking it’s just another parody and then suddenly you’re watching Delia Ketchum bend over a lab table like she’s about to teach anatomy class the hard way? Yeah, that’s this one. It starts all innocent - Pallet Town, sunshine, that “I overslept again” energy - and then, bam, you’re in Professor Oak’s lab snooping through his stuff and learning he’s been researching... let’s just say “human-pokemon compatibility” in a way no academic journal would publish. The tone flips faster than a Tinder match gone wrong. One second you’re pretending to care about rare species, next second you’re covered in way more than curiosity.

Delia, though - holy hell. They made her look like the definition of “MILF who knows exactly what she’s doing.” She’s got that soft mom energy but says things that would make even Team Rocket blush. The scenes with her feel weirdly personal, like the game’s reading your dirty thoughts out loud. There’s a part where she leans in too close, her voice dripping honey and sin, and you just *know* this isn’t about Pokémon anymore. The writing’s cheeky as hell, half jokes, half filthy confessions, and somehow it works. You’ll laugh, you’ll groan, you’ll maybe question your childhood a little.

The pacing’s messy in that good kind of way - it doesn’t care about logic, just about pushing you deeper into its horny fever dream. You might roll your eyes at the story, but then the next scene hits and suddenly you’re invested in seeing how far the “research” goes. Controls? Who even cares, you’ll figure ‘em out with one hand anyway. It’s trashy, it’s fun, and it’s got that nostalgic kick twisted into something you definitely can’t talk about in polite company. Kind of like if Pokémon grew up, got divorced, and started posting thirst traps at 2 a.m. on Twitter.

Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.

Moon looks like she walked out from some innocent Saturday morning show, but this thing grabs her and smears filth all over that soft, pastel vibe. She’s got that classic Pokemon-hero energy, bright eyes, sailor style, all “let’s go on an adventure,” and then suddenly the only adventure is how deep a huge black cock can disappear inside a tiny teen hole. It feels dirty in a way that’s half trashy porn, half weird fan letter. The scene is like a little shrine built for people who always wondered what was under that skirt while pretending to care about catching monsters. And yeah, the answer is: a tight pussy that doesn’t stay innocent for more than two clicks, and a butt that ends up being the real main character.

The way everything is laid out, your mouse turns into this greedy fingertip, always hunting for one more spot to press, one more reaction to pull out of her. Touch her here and she blushes, touch her there and suddenly you’re opening her legs, lining up that heavy shaft with her slit, watching her face turn from “oops” to “fuck me” in a couple of lazy frames. It pretends to give you choice, like pussy or ass is some deep moral moment, but honestly the game just keeps whispering “put it in her ass, you know you want to see that” until you do it. Once you slide into her butt, that’s when the whole thing clicks: she’s this tiny trainer trying to handle a final boss between her cheeks, and the way her body stretches around it is absurd and kind of funny and hot at the same time. I caught myself grinning like an idiot when the first thick thrust pushed her forward, like she almost wanted to crawl off the screen.

There’s this one small background thing that drove me crazy. You’re there, happily wrecking her, already thinking about how much cum you’ll paint her with at the end, and then you notice some little hidden surprise you can poke. Suddenly her chest starts swelling, soft little bumps turning into huge anime tits that look almost too big for her thin body, like two moons orbiting the girl called Moon. It’s stupid. It’s perfect. She’s got this dazed look, tiny waist, huge rack, ass already used up, and your cock still pulsing inside. When you finally hit that cumshot, it’s not just a lazy splash. It pours over her like you broke some internal dam: white streaks on her face, dripping down those new breasts, pooling in her navel, sticky lines across her thighs. It feels less like “rewarding” her and more like claiming the whole screen, turning this sweet Nintendo girl into a used hentai canvas. And if you’re like me, you sit there, cursor hovering, thinking “ok I’m done,” and then you click again, just to watch the animation one more time, because something about seeing that little trainer coated, stretched, and ruined is way more hypnotic than you want to admit.

This one feels like some horny fan finally snapped during a camping trip and decided, “yeah, I’m fucking Gardevoir in the woods,” then actually followed through. It’s not some giant epic thing, more like a focused little shrine to one very specific fantasy: you, a trainer who clearly stopped caring about league rules, railing your Gardevoir in an outdoor spot where the grass is way too clean for what’s happening. Right away it throws you into customization instead of wasting time on story. Hair tweak, skin shade, that kind of body color stuff, how “monstery” vs “soft waifu” she looks, changing the vibe with just a couple sliders. You don’t get a huge dress-up catalog, but what is there hits the right spots. I spent way too long just swapping tiny details and zooming in on how her expression shifts when you change one option. I kind of hate that you can’t adjust height difference much, but then I forgot about it after like two strokes of the animation.

What really sells it is how damn focused it is on the actual act. You pick anal or vaginal, no bullshit, and the animation just goes. Rhythmic, sticky, and it doesn’t shy away from the messy parts. The creampie is front and center, not some little white dot and fade to black. When you go vaginal, her body actually looks like she’s taking it, not like some lazy loop. Switch to anal and the whole energy feels different, tighter, a little “wrong” in that good way, especially with her looking back at you like she knows you shouldn’t be doing this in the grass but she’s into it anyway. There’s a couple variations on speed and camera, but nothing crazy, it’s more like you’re locked into this one filthy moment and just nudging it around. Somewhere in the middle I started swearing at the screen because one tiny environment option just would not stay the way I set it, and then I got distracted again by the way the cumshot pools out of her.

The secret fun is poking around like a pervert detective. Click where you’re not supposed to, wiggle on empty parts of the UI, that sort of thing. Hit the right spots and you suddenly unlock a clothing piece that feels way too horny for an official game, or some extra little twist on the sex scene. There’s at least one hidden bit that flips the “normal” vibe of the animation into something nastier, like the animator was laughing and thinking “yeah, if you found this, you deserve this level of depravity.” I liked that it didn’t explain itself. No tutorial, no glowing arrow, just “figure my dirty secrets out if you’re dedicated enough with your mouse.” I wish there were more poses and more outdoor spots to swap between, because when you’re into multi-lover endings like I am, your brain starts imagining a whole party of mons waiting off-screen, but that never happens and it probably never will. Still, Gardevoir alone, kneeling in the open with grass brushing her thighs while you decide where to fill her, ends up being more than enough to make you close your other tabs and focus on just this one loop.

This thing feels like some horny fan with a cheap mic and too much free time decided to punish Dawn in the woods and accidentally hit something really hot in the sound. Visually it’s pretty simple, just that familiar blue-haired trainer getting wrecked after losing, but the audio is where my brain parked. The way her breath changes from that angry, “tch, I lost” kind of huff to those shaky little gasps when he pushes her down is what sold it for me. You hear leaves crunching under her knees, a little fabric rustle when he yanks her skirt up, that faint squeak like his belt buckle or zipper fighting him for a second. It’s not super clean, you can hear a bit of noise, but that’s exactly what makes it feel like a nasty forest sextape and not some sterile studio thing.

The doggystyle sequence is stupidly focused on rhythm. Whoever handled the loops really paid attention to how sex actually sounds when you’re panting and trying not to moan too loud. There’s this great moment where he starts slow and you hear that wet slide plus her trying to hold her voice, just these tiny whiny noises in her throat. Then he starts pounding and the slap sounds actually change, sharper when he hits hard, more muffled when his hips sink in deeper. Her moans go from annoyed and unwilling to that fucked-out, “I hate this but also I don’t” kind of tone that hentai always goes for. Sometimes it even clips a little, the volume peaks for half a second, and weirdly that makes it hotter because it feels like whoever recorded this didn’t care about perfection, they just cranked the gain so we could hear every filthy sound.

There’s also this guy in the background with a camera, and you can hear him just slightly, breathing and shifting, sometimes the soft click of the device like he’s zooming or adjusting. It’s not in your face, but if you’re the kind of pervert who replays the same five seconds like I did, you catch it. I wish they did more with the forest vibe though. There are faint bird sounds early on, then they kind of forget about the environment and it turns into almost a studio audio track. Missed chance. Imagine some distant Pidgey scream right when he shoots his load inside her, that would have been hilarious. Speaking of, the cumshot has that sticky finish sound, like one thick splurt then a few smaller ones, and her voice flips to this breathless whimper, half humiliation, half relief. It’s short, yeah, and it loops in a pretty crude way that made me open another tab to distract myself from the janky restart, but if you’ve got decent headphones and you’re into Dawn getting taken from behind like a broke little loser who paid her battle debt with her ass, there’s enough dirty detail in the soundscape to keep you rewinding the good parts and pretending you’re the bastard holding that camera.

Con Quest feels like somebody got horny at Comic-Con, opened RPG Maker, and just refused to stop until every girl in a Pokémon outfit was getting railed. In a good way. You walk around this nerd convention, not to catch monsters, but to hunt down girls in cheap, tight cosplay that looks like it came from AliExpress and then got “modified” with scissors and zero shame. They’ve got the Pikachu chick whose ears keep wobbling while she’s getting fucked, the grumpy Gardevoir girl who pretends she’s above it all but spreads fast as soon as you push the right dialog options, and a ridiculous amount of bad puns about balls, trainers and catching them all. Sometimes it lands, sometimes it’s like watching your drunk uncle discover hentai on TikTok. Still, I laughed. Then I got hard. Not always in that order.

The flow is simple: explore the convention floor, poke at everything like a horny raccoon, talk to cosplayers, pick the lewder dialog, and trigger scenes. There’s that one moment where you finally talk your way backstage, past the fake “staff only” sign, and find a girl in a half-finished Eevee outfit, ears on, top off, still holding a hot glue gun while you bend her over a pile of foam props. Completely unsafe, 10/10. Another time I burned a whole coffee break just trying every dumb answer in one dialog tree to see which one would push the “Misty-but-not-Misty” girl from rolling her eyes to literally riding your face behind a merch table full of body pillows. The game sometimes pretends it’s a serious little quest with items and mini-challenges, then instantly switches to “okay, now fuck her on the floor between two trash bins.” That chaos made it feel like an actual con, to be honest. You run in circles, get lost, end up in the weirdest places, and suddenly there’s a half-naked furry Pikachu grinding on your lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Sex scenes go hard on the cosplay angle. Costumes stay on just enough to be stupid hot: tail getting grabbed, ears getting pulled, fake paws on your chest, panty lines under ripped bodysuits. There’s one where the girl’s wearing a super tight yellow suit and you only pull it down to her waist, so her tits bounce out while the hood still has the goofy little face on it. It looks silly and filthy at the same time, like a hentai parody you’re slightly ashamed to enjoy but you still do. Some animations loop a bit clunky in spots and the moans sometimes sound like they were recorded in someone’s bathroom on an old phone, but honestly that kind of fits the whole dirty-fan-project vibe. I was more annoyed that sometimes I clicked too fast, skipped a line of dialog I actually wanted to read, and there’s no quick, clean way to step back one sentence. Also there is one NPC who looks like she would 100% fuck you behind the fake cardboard Poké-center booth and she never does, and I’m still mad about that. The mix of convention humor, shameless cosplay kink, and “gotta catch every slutty costume” energy made it feel like wandering through a horny, corrupted Nintendo fan meetup where nobody cares about the panels, only about who’s getting pounded in which costume next.