Fafnir finally gets to be the main bastard here, not just some grumpy side character buried in jokes, and the whole vibe is exactly that: you are a horny, cursed, petty dragon with way too much power and way too little self control. The game just throws you into this twisted little fantasy where every woman you know from Dragon Maid and some crossover stuff is basically a plaything for your curse magic, and it does not pretend to be wholesome for even one second. You poke around in their heads, you nudge their bodies to react how you want, and sometimes you just sit there staring at an AI-drawn ass and think, “Yeah ok, I’m staying.” There’s this slow-build feeling, like you’re testing how far you can push that mind control before they break, and the scenes actually react in small ways depending on what you pick. One run I made Tohru go from embarrassed maid to needy mess just by doubling down on the more “accidental” harassment choices, and the game remembers just enough to make it feel personal without being one of those endless stat grind things. It’s dirty, kind of mean, and then suddenly soft for like one line before going back to degeneracy. Perfectly fucked up.

What caught me off guard is how it plays with the parody thing without turning into pure meme spam. Yeah, you get some Chainsaw Man stuff in there, Power shows up like a chaotic feral cat that someone dressed in human skin, but it all somehow fits with Fafnir’s “I’m above all this but also I’m going to jerk off to it” mood. Kobayashi is written in that tired, done-with-everything tone and seeing her slowly get pulled under the curse is way hotter than it should be. Kanna scenes are there, and they lean into the whole “forbidden” angle in a way that will absolutely not be for everyone, but the game clearly knows it’s playing with fire and just walks right into it. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you click through three lines of really good banter and then you slam straight into a wall of horny chatter that reads like the writer ran out of coffee and just went “ok they fuck now.” But it somehow works because the tone is already a mess: one second you’re laughing, next second you’re reading some really filthy body-control stuff where you literally lock a girl’s limbs and make her watch her own body grind on you, and then suddenly there’s a romantic sentence that feels almost too sweet for this trash pile. The AI CG is inconsistent, some angles look cursed, but honestly that almost adds to the “wrong fanfic that got too far” energy. It’s vulgar, it’s shameless, it’s kind of broken, and it absolutely knows what you came here for.

Tali away from Shepard, wandering around on her pilgrimage, horny, in trouble and pretending everything is fine. That’s pretty much the vibe here. You’re not some faceless dude, you’re riding along with this quarian girl who’s supposed to be “helping the Fleet” but somehow ends up neck deep in shady deals, weird alien tech and way too much naked time. It starts kind of innocent, like she’s just trying to prove herself, do some honest scavenging, talk to people, that usual Mass Effect side-quest mood. Then little things creep in. A flirt here, a “harmless” favor there, someone asking her to show just a little skin under the suit for extra credits, a scan that needs her to bend over, that kind of shit. Before you realize, you’re not thinking about the Flotilla at all, just how far you can push her before she stops pretending she’s not enjoying it.

The game lets you poke around stations and ships like some messy sci fi sandbox. Not giant open world nonsense, more like small hubs where you talk, hack, go to shady bars, say the wrong thing on purpose. One minute you’re doing a combat encounter with a bunch of mercs, lining up abilities, trying not to get Tali’s cute quarian butt shot off, and the next you’re “celebrating” the victory by making her suck off the guy you just saved in a storage room, visor fogging while he holds her lekku, or sorry, not lekku, but you know what I mean. Sometimes she fights back with that sarcastic voice, sometimes she just drops to her knees so fast you forget she was supposed to be shy. You get scenes where her suit is still partially on, pussy pressed up against glass, her mask tilted so some bastard can cum over it while she moans through the filter, and other times you go full corruption route, tearing the whole thing off so you can see her tits bounce when a krogan lifts her and pounds her ass like she’s just another battlefield trophy. The game pretends to give you “good girl” options, like helping civilians or doing honest work, but those somehow still end with her masturbating in a dark corner, panties soaked inside the suit, because some monster you fought grabbed her throat and whispered exactly the wrong/right thing.

What I liked is how it doesn’t just stop with Tali in a vacuum. You get that recognizable crew orbiting the story, popping in, sometimes just as dirty little cameos, sometimes full scenes. Miranda with her perfect ass strutting around and acting all professional until you fuck Tali on her desk while Miranda “checks medical data” and totally watches. Ashley showing up as this blunt soldier bitch, calling quarians fragile, then getting dragged into a threesome where she has Tali sitting on her face, licking quarian pussy through a half-open suit while you slam Ashley’s ass from behind. Liara quietly losing control, trying to stay this pure little archaeologist while tentacle monsters and biotic tricks turn into full-on gangbang material. EDI being weirdly clinical about Tali’s arousal, analyzing her data while also projecting some animated sex toy attachments in the ship’s VR. It’s ridiculous, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough. There are moments the pacing goes to hell, quest markers feel like a joke, and you’ll open a combat section when you really just wanted to shove Tali against the nearest bulkhead and fuck her throat till she gags on your cum. But then a small detail hits, like her mask fogging during deep throat, or her ass jiggling while an alien claws at her hips, or that little tremble in her voice when she goes from “I shouldn’t” to “just a little deeper”, and suddenly you forget you were annoyed five seconds ago. It’s messy, horny, kind of broken, and very much about taking a sweet quarian girl who just wanted to help her people and turning her into the Flotilla’s private cum dump, whether she admits she loves it or not.

All the capes are still here, all the big shiny heroines, all the tight suits riding up massive asses, but somebody quietly deleted every dude in both universes and then just left you in the middle like a weird bug. It actually feels like a game built out of a horny glitch: you spawn as this very average guy in a world that looks totally normal at first, then you realize every crowd scene is just endless curves and spandex and not a single Y chromosome except you. One second you’re talking to Maria Hill trying to understand what the hell happened, next second she leans in a bit too close, the shirt opens a little too far, and the “save the world” dialog trees suddenly grow a lot of “optional” branches. The story pretends to be serious, like “oh no, dimensions merged, reality cracked,” but then you’re sandwiched between She‑Hulk’s abs and Power Girl’s boob window in a “tactical debriefing” and that illusion dies fast. I picked a “responsible” answer once with Wonder Woman, thinking it would unlock some noble path, and it just led to her pinning my wrists to the wall and asking in that calm warrior voice if my “body can endure divine training.” Spoiler: it can, but the stamina bar was crying. In a good way. Mostly.

What actually surprised me is how many heroines are horny in totally different ways. Emma Frost doesn’t even pretend; she talks like every line is foreplay, sits on her throne of diamond ass, and the whole time you’re fighting this willpower check not to just click the most submissive option. Then you go to the Tower and Raven acts like she doesn’t care, hiding under her hood, and still ends up on your lap during some magic “stability ritual,” chest pressed to you, mumbling about emotional anchors while grinding in slow circles. Harley is pure chaos: one scene she just jumps on your shoulders, upside down, licking your neck while asking if you prefer Gotham girls or “those star‑spangled Marvel sluts,” and if you answer wrong she bites. Hard. Oral scenes hit that nice middle point between dirty and playful; Black Widow going down on you in a safehouse, still half in mission mode, one hand on her pistol, the other squeezing your balls like she’s interrogating them. And then there’s Poison Ivy, who basically uses you like portable fertilizer, wrapping you in vines, sliding one leg around your waist, and riding you until your vision gets blurry. Vaginal scenes are very explicit, very direct, no shy fade‑to‑black. You see hips slamming, you hear wet sounds, you get those “choose pace” and “where to finish” prompts that make you forget plot even exists for a bit. Sometimes more than a bit, honestly. The romance angle sneaks up on you too: one route with Jean Grey had me actually feeling weirdly soft, her curling against your chest after a psychic overload, talking about being scared of eternity, and three dialogs later she’s bouncing on your cock in a danger room sim while moaning your name into your mind and out loud at the same time. It’s messy, horny, not very subtle, sometimes clunky as hell, sometimes weirdly sweet, and every now and then it feels like you broke some cosmic rule by being the only guy allowed to fuck half the roster of two comic book universes.

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Lazuli looks like the kind of alchemist who should be locked inside her lab for public safety, and honestly, that is exactly the mood of this game. You’re not some heroic savior or chosen one, you’re this horny, half-mad futa/trans genius who finally got her stupidly named “Cumcoction” to work, and now every girl from every fandom you ever bookmarked on Pixiv is basically walking research material. The story doesn’t quietly tiptoe into sex either. One moment you’re mixing weird glowing fluids on a table full of dirty glass, the next moment Tsunade is staring at a bottle like it’s fine booze and you’re already planning whether you’re going to test anal, a titfuck, or just see how fast you can get her on her knees. It’s very “oops I corrupted your favorite waifu”, except there’s zero oops and a lot of “I knew exactly what I was doing”.

The way it jumps between worlds is kinda funny if you’re used to those long, serious crossovers where people argue about power levels. Here it’s just, “alright, now we’re bothering Hinata”, “okay, now we’re messing with Lucy and Mirajane and probably Erza in the background”. One scene you’re in something that feels like a cheap back alley in Konoha, next you’re in a place that might as well be Fairy Tail’s guild corridor, then it’s a Pokemon style route where girls like May, Dawn, Serena, Nemona and Nessa keep ending up alone with you way too often for it to be an accident. Lazuli treats it all like a long horny experiment. You have her brewing new versions of the potion, combining mind control with blackmail, adding just a bit of sleep sex “for science”, then cranking up voyeurism by letting you watch as your corruption slowly changes how they touch themselves when they think nobody is looking. Sometimes you get these small, stupid moments that stick more than the big orgies, like when Inko is trying to act proper and then suddenly she’s grinding on your hand while mumbling that this is wrong. Or when Wendy Marvell, tiny and shy, ends up in a group sex scene that feels way too big for her, but the game just leans in and goes “yeah she’s taking it, stop pretending she won’t”. It’s rough in tone, not romantic, a lot of harem vibes and sharing you around, but then there are weirdly soft bits, like when Juvia or Lillie or Marnie start blushing and you almost feel bad right before you shove another dose inside them and push for creampie number whatever. And then you remember Lazuli is a complete pervert who masturbates in her own lab between tests, so guilt doesn’t really belong here.

What sells it for me is that the corruption is not only “now she likes sex”. It’s also transformation of personality, twisted step by step. Sakura going from tsundere annoyed to straight up addicted to your cock. Android 18 starting all cold, then slowly agreeing to stuff like groping in public or sharing you with someone else just because it turns her on to know other girls are ruined too. Nico Robin pretending it’s a simple information trade, then her mind slipping once the Cumcoction hits and she’s begging for more vaginal and anal at once while still trying to talk like a scholar. You get futa-on-female stuff when Lazuli uses herself, but sometimes she flips it and gives others a “dose upgrade”, and suddenly Naruko or Kushina or even Sarada get a dick and you’re watching them rail another girl senseless. The scenes tend to escalate quick, from a simple handjob in a quiet corner to hungry oral sex, then a messy creampie, then Lazuli calmly taking notes while someone is being used as a cumdump by the whole little harem. It’s definitely not gentle romance, but as a pure romance seeker I still liked finding tiny honest reactions under all the filth, like Mirajane giving this faint smile when she realizes she actually likes being corrupted, or Bianca acting tough and then melting the second you pin her and go in raw. It’s dirty, chaotic, inconsistent, and sometimes feels like the story was written after the porn, but that kind of fits this crazy alchemist girl who treats every big ass, every pair of big tits, every new mind she breaks as just another variable in her long, sticky experiment.

You start as this bored, underpaid prison guard stuck in a shitty goblin labor camp, and honestly it feels like you’re just babysitting green idiots in cages. The whole thing is from your eyes, so you’re basically standing on the night shift, half asleep, when this goblin girl starts talking to you through the bars. She is not shy at all. She teases you, calls you out for staring at her tits and thighs, cracks dirty jokes like it’s nothing. At first it’s just banter, kind of annoying but also kind of hot, like that coworker who flirts too much but you still wait for their messages. She keeps poking at you, asking questions like why you’re here, if you’ve ever fucked anything that isn’t human, if you ever wondered how goblin pussy feels. The game doesn’t rush it, which surprised me. It lets her slowly crawl into your head. One minute you’re telling her to shut up, the next you’re actually leaning closer to hear what she whispers.

Then the mood shifts a bit. She starts hinting that the camp isn’t safe, that goblins don’t stay quiet forever, and there’s something out there in the dark that doesn’t like humans much. You’re still horny, but now there’s this survival thing in the background. The sound of chains, footsteps, some low growls outside the fence, little creepy details that make you feel like getting caught with your dick inside a prisoner is maybe not the smartest idea. The sexy talk is mixed with tiny threats, like “If they find you here, they’ll hang you by your balls” said in this playful way that makes it even more fucked up. The game gives you a few key moments where you decide how far you go with her, and those choices actually change how the tension feels. You can stay cold and pretend you’re not tempted, just listening to her horny trash talk while things around the camp feel more and more wrong. Or you can just give in, step closer to the bars, let her touch you, let her tell you exactly what she wants to do with your “meat” in very clear, very dirty detail. She talks about riding you, scratching your back, biting your neck, even using her sharp little teeth carefully, like she’s thought about this a lot.

What I liked is that the romance is twisted, but it still kind of feels like romance. Like, this is still a prisoner trying to manipulate you, but she also has little moments where she seems lonely and soft, and that actually hits harder than the filthy lines. When she thanks you in this quiet voice after you give her something she wants, the whole scene suddenly feels intimate in a weird, wrong way. The sex is very explicit when you let it happen, no coy fade to black crap, it talks about how tight she is, how warm, how her body moves against the bars, how you have to cover her mouth so the guards don’t hear her moaning your name. There’s this constant fear that someone will walk in at the worst possible time, and the game uses that to keep your brain bouncing between “I’m going to cum” and “I’m going to die.” It’s short, it doesn’t pretend to be some epic story, but it really leans into that mix of horny fantasy, creepy prison vibe, and those little survival instincts telling you this is a terrible idea while your cock is screaming yes.

You wake up in this game like your brain just alt‑tabbed back into your body. No epic prophecy, no dramatic music, just "oh shit, I'm alive again" and suddenly there is a catgirl sitting on your bed staring at your face like you are the last snack in the fridge. She talks like she already knows you, her tail twitching, ears flicking, and she has this weird mix of horny and awkward energy that feels too real. Then she casually drops that her best buddy is a robot that can literally record stuff, project stuff, help you peek, help you… "study" bodies. Of course. Totally normal morning. Nothing strange here except almost everything.

The whole world feels like someone smashed a cozy dating sim into a horny sci‑fi fantasy fever dream. One second you chat with your short‑haired childhood friend, muscles tight under brown skin, tanlines sharp like someone painted them on with a ruler. She tackles you to the mat to "practice wrestling" and somehow your face ends up between thighs more times than is statistically possible. Next second your catgirl drags you into some haunted corridor where the lights flicker, and there is this tall monster girl with claws, and you're thinking, "okay, I will die now" but no, she wants you on your knees, shaking, humiliated, dripping, and half the horror turns into something way more filthy than any ghost movie. It should be scary. It kind of is. Your dick does not care.

There is a weird freedom to how everything flows. One evening you are fooling around, just lazy handjob under a blanket while pretending to watch Netflix on your second monitor, and then she stops right before you cum, smiling like a demon, whispering that you are not allowed yet. Another time the same girl straddles you, breaks that perfect hymen in a messy, sloppy way, squirt all over your stomach while you pump her full, and the game lingers on the creampie, like it wants you to count drops. Later you see her belly slightly rounder and you realize the pregnancy thing is not just flavor. You get punished for staring too long at the jiggle when someone bends over. You get slapped for groping in the wrong place at the wrong time, or rewarded when you do exactly what they told you not to do, which makes absolutely no sense and somehow fits perfectly.

What really caught me is how it goes from soft lesbian teasing, tongue sliding over big tits, slow sucking, milk running, to brutal lez dom scenes where one girl is strapped, begging, orgasms denied over and over while a toy pulses inside, and the other one barely even smiles. Then, five minutes later, the same dominatrix is in cosplay doing goofy poses and asking if her ahegao looks good. It is ridiculous. The harem thing creeps up without the usual "you are chosen hero" speech. Suddenly there are three, four, more girls orbiting you, elves with tight asses, a shy virgin monster girl who blushes while you spank her until she squirts, some slave contract that you kind of signed by accident because you were busy staring at boobs. Exhibition scenes happen in corridors, labs, classrooms, you watch them through cameras like a total voyeur and sometimes the robot gently nudges you toward the nastiest option. The game pretends to be a simple horny sandbox, but then it drops little superpower tricks, like pausing time to grope someone mid‑motion, or forcing them to cum in sync just by focusing, and you barely get any explanation. Stuff just works. Stuff just gets wetter. Sometimes the animations glitch a bit, hair clipping into tits and all that, and I weirdly liked it. Makes the world feel like a broken dream where sex is the only system that never crashes. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Nineteen years later and somehow everybody in this game is still horny like it’s day one of puberty. You jump back into this messed up little universe and the first feeling is, “ah, these people did not grow up at all, they just got hotter and more broken.” The old protagonists are older now, but not in a boring way. More like: more baggage, more secrets, more stuff they swear they won’t do again, then five minutes later someone is on their knees giving a blowjob in a hallway where anyone can walk by. The new female lead slides into this mix like she belongs there from the start. She’s not just a pretty face with a big ass, she has that vibe of someone who actually believes she’s in control, right until someone stronger, colder or just more fucked up walks in and starts playing with that illusion. One moment she’s teasing, playing the dom, pressing her foot against a guy’s crotch under the table, giving that slow cruel footjob, talking trash like she owns him. Next moment she’s the one kneeling, drool on her chin, choking on cock while a woman smirks from the side and tells her not to use her hands.

The nice thing is how the game lets you just slip into different heads without making a big speech about it. One scene you are the guy, pretending you still have some moral code, spying through a half open door, watching two women go at it on the couch. Tongues, fingers, wet sounds, one of them grinding her face into the other girl’s pussy, long sloppy cunnilingus that goes way past the usual quick porn timing. Then suddenly the camera flips and now you are the girl whose cunt he is staring at, and you feel that mix of shame and thrill because you know the door is not properly closed. The game loves this voyeur stuff. There is always some window open, some phone left recording, some neighbor or roommate who “didn’t mean to look” but just keeps watching instead of leaving. It doesn’t shout about corruption, it just shows you little steps: the first hesitant handjob in a dark corner, the first time she lets someone lick her ass even though she says she doesn’t do that, the first clumsy rimjob that turns into desperate moaning, the first time she spreads herself in public, half dressed, like it’s nothing. The world here is basically one long, slow slide from “I would never” to “ok, but don’t tell anyone” to “film it, I want to see how filthy I look.” And the game does not pretend it’s romantic. People cheat. People get used. There are NTR moments where you watch a girl you liked get railed by some smug bastard while she tells herself it is just a one time thing, and you can tell it won’t be. Sometimes you are the bastard. Sometimes you are the one getting replaced. Nothing fair about it, but it feels honest in that nasty, horny way that makes you keep clicking just to see who crosses the next line.

Newly married, small apartment, cheap furniture, ugly curtains, all that “happy couple” starter pack thing. At first it really feels like some vanilla romance game: you wake up next to your wife, little kisses in the kitchen, her walking around in a T shirt that’s way too short and acting like that’s totally normal. Sex is soft, kind of clumsy, very “we’re still pretending we’re wholesome.” Then real life starts creeping in. Her job, your job, the landlord, some pushy people around you, that sleazy “friend” who looks at her ass a little too long. Tiny comments, “jokes,” half drunk conversations, and you suddenly notice she’s not just blushing at them… she’s thinking. The game is really good at that slow shift where she goes from shy to curious to “actually I want to see you squirm.” And the fucked up part is, it’s believable. One time I was just clicking through, expecting some boring dialogue, then she casually mentions watching some video of a woman walking her husband on a leash and just keeps stirring her coffee like it’s a normal topic. That scene stuck in my head way more than the louder stuff later. Oh, and the 3D models are solid enough that when she steps on your chest with her heel, you feel it somewhere in your spine. Not realistic, exactly, but the angles and POV stuff work way too well when she makes you get on your knees near the couch.

What I like is how the game doesn’t instantly scream “you are my slave now.” It toys with you. First it’s “just a bit rougher tonight,” then a playful slap, then joking about you being a perv, then “if you’re such a perv, prove it.” Suddenly she is making you beg before she even unzips you. Then you blink and there is a collar in the drawer that wasn’t there before. One night she is riding you, moaning your name, next night she is sucking off another guy while looking straight at you, telling you not to touch yourself. Or worse, letting you touch but only when she says, and she stops right before you finish because “good boys wait.” The NTR angle is not subtle at all, it’s very “hey, here is some humiliation, take it or leave,” but the build up is slow and nasty. Sometimes she gives you this almost sweet aftercare moment after completely wrecking your ego, and in the very next scene she is using your mouth like a toy and calling you useless. That whiplash sort of works, sort of doesn’t. I actually wanted more small domestic moments, like her texting you from work about what she’s going to do to you tonight, but instead the game jumps quickly into harsher territory. Gay scenes, pegging, sissification, all that stuff is here, but filtered through her control. She treats your body like a sandbox: strap-on one day, your ass opened in POV the next, you wearing panties the day after like that’s not a big deal. The anal scenes are very in-your-face, literally, and the camera sometimes decides that feet are the main character now. Footjobs, heel pressing on your cock, toes teasing your lips, all of that is animated with a kind of obsession that makes you wonder if the dev had a browser history he doesn’t want anyone to see. There is also this one oral scene where she uses you as a clean-up tool after someone else finishes on her, and the way she smiles while you gag is probably where a lot of people will either close the tab or go “ok, yeah, this is exactly my shit.” I still hate the coffee mug texture in the kitchen though. No idea why that annoyed me so much, but every time I saw it I wanted to throw it out of the window and the game never let me.