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.

It starts with that lazy smirk of hers - you know, the one that says she’s already ten steps ahead of you. Tsunade’s sitting there half-naked, golden hair all over the place, body glistening like she’s been waiting for hours, or maybe just doesn’t care anymore. She’s got that mix of strength and filth that only she can pull off. The way the game sets it up, it’s not about romance or sweet talk; it’s raw need. You’re not even the main act here, just a bystander who gets to push the buttons while something obscene and impossible unfolds. And honestly, it feels wrong in that very deliberate, delicious way.

What makes it stick isn’t the usual “click until she moans” loop - though yeah, that’s there too. It’s how absurdly confident she is about it. Tsunade treats that massive stallion like it’s her personal toy, like she’s the one in control even when the whole screen’s shaking. The pacing’s weird - sometimes it lingers too long on her face, other times it jumps straight into the dirtiest stuff without warning. But maybe that’s the point. You don’t get to breathe, you just keep clicking, watching her bounce between teasing and getting wrecked, her tits pressed tight around something that really shouldn’t fit. The sound design is rough, maybe even lazy, yet somehow that makes it hotter - like catching something you weren’t supposed to see but can’t look away from.

I kept thinking the game would try to justify itself - like throw in some excuse about chakra or forbidden jutsu. It doesn’t. It just lets her be what she is: a powerful, filthy woman who wants to be filled until she can’t stand. No “saving the village,” no plot, just flesh and noise and that strange sense of satisfaction when it all finally bursts. It’s disgusting, it’s ridiculous, and yeah, I clicked replay. Twice.

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 thing is basically Sarada’s brain going completely horny-mode over Hinata, and the whole “story” is just an excuse to throw them together and see how far it can go. It starts kind of harmless, just Hinata being her usual soft, awkward self and Sarada staring way too long at her tits like she’s pretending to talk about training but her eyes are glued to the cleavage. The game doesn’t even try to hide it. One second you’re just watching them chat about Naruto being busy, next second, Sarada’s already popped that freaky futa bulge that looks like it should have its own chakra nature. It’s honestly funny how big they made it. It’s not just big, it’s stupid big, like “who the hell drew this and said yeah that’s fine” big. And yet it kinda works, because Hinata acts so shy at first, then starts riding it like she’s been waiting her whole life for Naruto to leave the house and never come back.

What I actually liked, weirdly, is how they let you pace the action a bit. You’re not just sitting there watching a single looping scene, you click through the stages and it’s like Sarada is leveling up her corruption every step. Slow grinding, then faster, then full on “hokage’s wife getting pounded by her son’s teammate” like this is the most normal village activity. Some animations are janky as hell though. There’s a part where Hinata’s boobs jiggle like they’re trying to escape her chest and fly out of the screen, and the lip sync is basically non-existent, but then you get a close-up angle and everything suddenly feels way more polished, like they spent 3 days on that one shot and 3 minutes on the previous one. Controls are simple, just clicking your way through positions, changing speed, letting Sarada go from awkward teen to full on sex monster. At one moment you’re cheering for Sarada, “yeah, get it, queen,” and next second you’re like, “girl, calm down, you’re going to destroy her spine with that thing.” The lesbian energy between them is actually hotter than the cock half, which is wild in a futa game, but the devs clearly knew what they were doing with all the eye contact and Hinata blushing while still begging for more. There’s that classic flash-game jank, the kind of thing that makes you go “ugh whatever” and still keep clicking, because by the time Hinata’s moaning Naruto’s name while Sarada is the one rearranging her insides, you already forgot you were going to stop after “just one more scene.”