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.

Undertail: Toriel is basically that one horny AU fanfic you read on your phone while pretending to “check emails” at work, except now it’s kind of a game and kind of a shitpost and somehow still hotter than it has any right to be. You wander around this janky little Underground knockoff where literally only Toriel exists, and yeah, that’s the whole point. No huge cast, no epic journey, just you and goat mom in a small world that feels like someone ripped out the first slice of Undertale and then said: “ok but what if we fuck it up. Literally.” It starts pretty innocent, like the original vibe, her leading you around, being caring, talking too much, all that. Then the dialogs slowly stop pretending this is wholesome. She “worries” about you in that clingy, possessive way, touches your sprite for too long, says things that sound like they came from a horny Discord RP at 4 in the afternoon when everybody pretends they’re normal.

The core hook is simple: those classic Undertale battle boxes, except now every turn feels like you’re edging through a weird roleplay. You still pick actions, but they’re all pushing the line: flirting, teasing, letting her “teach” you, or playing innocent and watching her get more frustrated. You pick “Flirt” and instead of the cutesy response you remember, she gives you something way more loaded, like she’s trying to be your mom and your dom and completely failing at choosing one. You dodge attacks while the game throws text at you about her body, her scent, her soft fur, her tits pressing against your character when she tries to “protect” you. The art is rough, not all angles are sexy, some of it feels like early DeviantArt energy, but that almost makes it better. It feels like watching someone’s fetish grow in real time. There are moments where you’re half jerking off and half going “wow, this is actually kind of depressing” because she is obviously lonely as hell, clinging to you like you’re the last bit of warmth in the Ruins. The game doesn’t really go anywhere bigger than that, and it doesn’t need to. No meta twist, no clever morality system, just a slow slide from motherly care to possessive lust, trapped in a little loop where the only exit is either her letting you go or you giving in and wanting to stay. It’s messy, horny, unfinished, emotionally weird, and yeah, that’s pretty much the charm.

Tifa looks like she lost a bet with some very perverted gods here, and I mean that in the nicest way. Whole thing is just her, bent over in that stupidly exposing position, ass high, wrists trapped, like the game is saying: forget romance, we are using this body. It feels less like a date and more like a cruel lab experiment that happens to make your dick hard. There is no fake “love” story, no cheesy dialog trying to justify anything, she is a fucktoy in a milk plant and that’s it. The camera knows it too, keeps your face almost inside her ass, where all the action is. You poke her, you rub around the tight little hole, she squirms and blushes, and that tiny reaction bar creeping up feels way more evil than it should. I caught myself grinning like an idiot when the first drops of the “liquid” start pushing in. It’s not subtle. This is an enema sequence that really wants you to stare, to watch her body lose any dignity while her chest swells like overfilled balloons and milk starts leaking everywhere.

What got me horny was how cruelly slow it can be if you want. You can spam the fill and just brute-force it, sure, but it feels much nastier to tease. A little push, see her belly and ass tense, see the tits jiggle, then stop, leave her clenching for nothing. I was half watching the screen, half checking Telegram, then came back and she’s still there, tied, hole pouting, milk sliding down those ridiculous big boobs, like she’s been waiting for my next move the whole time. It’s fucked up in the best way. The inflation part, when her chest and body volume reacts to what you do to her ass, that made me actually whisper “holy shit” to my screen like some degenerate. At one point I misclicked, backed off the pressure, and the build-up slowed, and I wanted to punch my mouse. And the little detail that the milk doesn’t just spray all elegant, it kind of dribbles and runs and pools, that’s nasty in a very real way. Only thing that bothered me a bit is how long it takes to push her to that “explosion” if you don’t figure the right rhythm, it feels like edging someone you hate and love at same time, but I guess that is the point. You abuse her ass, and the game milks you.

When the final blast happens out of her ass, it’s not some cute sparkle. It’s messy, humiliating, body used up by the machine and by you, and Tifa’s expression is this perfect mix of pain and forced pleasure that Final Fantasy definitely never showed. It hit that twisted part of my brain that likes seeing a strong girl broken down into a leaking toy. Small thing that made me weirdly happy: physics of her big tits reacting when the pressure peaks, the milk lines flicking off like they have weight, I rewatched that bit like three times, like some perv watching slow-mo sports replay on VLC. I do wish there was one tiny option to change up her position, just tilt her slightly or bring the face into focus a bit more, but at the same time, that static, helpless pose is what makes the whole BDSM torture vibe work. She is there to be filled, stretched, and pumped until her ass and tits can’t take it, not to look pretty. This chapter feels less like a game and more like a single, long, mean scene you keep “tuning” with clicks and drags, and if you are into hardcore anal, enema, inflation and watching a brunette icon turned into a dripping cowtoy, this is the kind of filth that sticks in your head when you open WhatsApp later and try to pretend you are normal.

It’s weird how this game starts like it’s pretending to care about plot. You think it’s about Tsunade gambling again, being her usual chaotic self, but nah - two minutes in and it just throws you into the mess. There’s this sense of shameless humor I kinda liked; it doesn’t even try to justify anything. She owes money, her solution involves clones, and everyone’s naked before you can blink. The sound effects are ridiculous - like someone mixed old arcade bleeps with wet noises, and somehow it works. I laughed, then got turned on, then laughed again. The rhythm feels accidental, like a loop someone forgot to trim, but that’s part of the charm. You can almost imagine some guy in 2008 coding it while blasting Eurobeat in the background.

What I didn’t expect was how expressive the faces are. Not polished, but raw in that flash‑era way where every exaggerated blink feels hand‑made. Tsunade’s boobs take up half the screen, sure, but her grin sells it more than the physics. I caught myself clicking too fast just to see if the clones would glitch out - and they did, kind of melting together mid‑animation. It’s oddly beautiful, like a broken GIF that refuses to die. The Raikage scene hits different - too fast, too much flexing, but there’s this energy, like two powerhouses trying to out‑moan each other. I remember thinking, “this shouldn’t be hot,” and yet.

Story? Barely there. But the pacing keeps you hooked, because it’s never just sex - it’s comedy wrapped around sweat. I like that it doesn’t moralize; it just exists, messy and loud. The cumshot ending lands with a splat that feels almost celebratory. Would I call it art? Maybe not. But it’s got that same rough soul as old chiptunes - imperfect loops, dirty fun, no pretense. You finish it and kinda want to replay, even though you know every beat. Maybe that’s nostalgia, or maybe I’m just into stupidly honest smut. Either way, it lingers.