It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

Nico Robin is just there, naked, chained up like some rare trophy you’re not really supposed to touch, and the game basically says: “yeah, go ahead, break her.” It hits you weird at first, because her face is this mix of fear and arousal, eyes kind of begging you to stop and keep going at the same time. There’s no bullshit romance, no slow build with candles and soft music, you start right at the point where she’s already captured, helpless, and your cursor is pretty much her whole world. Touch her tits, pussy, ass, whatever, and you watch that scared look shift into something filthy. It’s not subtle. You drag your mouse across those huge boobs and she flinches, then her nipples stiffen, and you suddenly realize the game is less “scene” and more “toolbox” for your own fucked up little fantasy with Robin as the lab rat.

The wild part is how interactive it feels even if it’s simple. You poke around, squeeze her tits, then swap to tickling with that stupid feather, and it shouldn’t be hot but it is, because she reacts to everything. She twists, moans, tries to fight it but can’t go anywhere, and you start playing this cruel little game with yourself: “how far can I push her before she breaks.” One moment you’re gently rubbing her pussy, watching the slick build, the next you’re shoving fingers in her ass just to see her whole body tense like she’s being electrocuted. Then there’s that drug injection option that looks way too calm for what it does. You click it and suddenly the fear on her face melts into this lazy, ruined pleasure, like you’ve slipped her into a different mental place where she only exists to cum for you. It feels almost like torture porn and then your brain goes quiet and you’re just watching her body respond while you test every combination of pain, teasing, and forced pleasure.

What stuck with me stupidly long was the rhythm of it. You tap her clit, grab her tits, shove into her pussy, then slow down and just trace circles around her nipples with the feather until she’s trembling and whining like she’s right at the edge, and you’re the asshole not letting her fall. Sometimes I tried to rush her orgasm, max out everything like a horny monkey, and the result is still hot but kind of messy. The real kick is when you go slow and cruel: keep her scared, keep her panting, fuck her ass while you barely touch her pussy until she looks completely broken, then finally push her over and watch that “I’m being ***” expression twist into “I’m addicted to this.” It’s Robin, the smart, calm archaeologist from One Piece, reduced to a shaking brunette cum toy with big tits and no powers, and there’s something so indecent about that it almost feels illegal to look at. I opened it thinking “ok, quick fap to some One Piece hentai,” then ended up experimenting like some horny scientist, checking how many times I could make her cum just with fingers and cruel timing. Honestly, I didn’t even notice how long I was dragging her through that mix of fear and pleasure until my hand cramped and I still wanted to see her break one more time.

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.

This one feels like somebody took a cheap porn pop‑up from old Firefox days and stretched it into a “game” just enough that you can pretend you’re doing something with your hands that isn’t just jerking off. You open it and boom, Lois is already there, big ass, big hair, that weird Family Guy rubber look, but somehow hotter than she ever was in the show. She’s not “realistic” hot, she’s that weird cartoon porn hot where the proportions are slightly off and you’re like, yeah ok, this is cursed, I’m in. There’s basically no build‑up, no fake romance, no “oh no, Peter” drama, just straight to her bent over, Quagmire behind her with that creepy grin like the horny goblin he always is. I kinda respect how lazy it is. I also kinda hate it. The background is almost nothing, just enough to tell you “this is probably their house, whatever” and then the camera forgets about the world and stares at her ass like it lost its brain. Which, to be fair, is also what happens to you after a minute.

What actually feels like a game is that you flip through the different ways he pounds her from behind. There’s this dumb little moment where you’re clicking around, trying to find the hot zone, and the first time the animation switches you go “oh shit, it moved.” It’s still just doggy, but every style has a slightly different mood. One is slower, he sinks in deep, her back arches, her tits sway a bit more. Another he just slams her hard, his hips smack her ass, and her expression goes from “oh this is nice” to “ok fuck, that’s a lot.” You can almost hear Quagmire’s stupid giggle in your head even if the game itself is quiet. I kinda wish there was sound, but at the same time I know they would have used some trash looped moan that drives me insane after thirty seconds, so maybe silence is mercy. The way her hair bounces is strangely hypnotic. I caught myself staring only at the hair for like twenty seconds, wondering who animated that, and then realized I was supposed to be looking a bit lower. Clicking through the positions is a little janky, sometimes it stutters, sometimes it jumps to a frame where it looks like he’s clipping inside her spine, but it still does the job. It’s like those old Flash sites I used to open in Internet Explorer by accident, only on purpose this time.

The cheating angle is there, but they don’t milk it too hard. Peter’s not on screen, there’s no awkward cutscene where he walks in, no “family drama,” just that quiet knowledge in your head that yeah, she’s sneaking around with the neighborhood sex pest while her fat goof husband is at work. It actually makes it hotter for me that the game doesn’t scream about it. It just lets you imagine the rest. You’re basically in Quagmire’s head, or maybe you’re just the invisible creep moving the camera, watching her push her ass back on him like she’s been waiting all week for this. There’s this one animation where her hands grip the side of the furniture and her fingers twitch when he goes deeper, and that tiny detail hit me way harder than the obvious stuff. I wish they put that same care into everything, because some frames look lazy as hell, like somebody rushed before lunch. Still, the whole thing is so blunt and honest about what it wants that it kinda works. No story, no choices, no fake morality, just a married redhead with a bubble butt getting wrecked from behind in five slightly different flavors while you sit there, mouse in hand, pretending you’re “testing” which angle is best. Spoiler: you’ll probably cycle through all of them anyway.