This one feels like something ripped straight out of an early 2000s hentai site, in a good way and in a kind of trashy way at the same time. It is just a simple loop, Nami and Robin going at it on repeat, no fake story, no long build up, nothing trying to pretend it is more “classy” than it is. Nami has that thick futa cock hanging between her legs, already hard, already leaking, like the artist skipped 10 pages of setup and jumped right to the part everybody skipped to anyway. Robin’s body is all soft curves, tits bouncing everywhere, her face half between pleasure and “how the hell is that thing fitting inside me” and it just keeps going, rhythm never stopping. The motion is kind of janky if you stare too hard, like older flash loops where three frames try to fake twenty, but honestly that jank gives it charm. Feels nostalgic, like those times I was hunting for “one piece hentai flash” on some sketchy site in another browser tab while pretending to do homework on an ancient version of Firefox. The lighting is strange, her boobs almost too shiny, but that sort of cheap plastic shine is the exact thing that makes them look so dirty.

What I enjoyed most is how shameless the whole futa Nami thing is. There’s no magic fruit explanation, no science, just Nami with a big dick rearranging Robin’s insides like it was always canon. The position is very simple, Nami slamming into her from behind while Robin clings forward, tits squashed and bouncing, and every few seconds the loop hits that moment where her ass just slaps back a little harder and it looks way more intense than it probably is. That tiny detail kept catching my eye, like “oh, there it is again, that perfect frame.” The creampie part is funny too, the cum spurts look like someone used a cheap brush in Flash, white goo almost too thick, but when it starts pumping into Robin and you see her stomach twitch a bit, something in your brain just clicks, like those ancient Bleach and Naruto loops that looked kind of bad but you still watched on repeat anyway. The lesbian vibe is still there even with the dick in play, Nami’s hand sometimes cupping Robin’s boob, thumb rubbing at her nipple, which is such a minor animation but it sells the intimacy more than the actual penetration. Annoyed me a bit that the loop resets right when the cum is dripping the best, I kept waiting for just two more frames of it running down her thighs and it never comes, like an old broken GIF on some dead forum. But that frustration is also what kept me staring longer than I planned to, letting the loop recycle again and again until it started feeling like some weird hypnotic One Piece fever dream.

Minerva really feels like that one toxic ex who suddenly shows up in your head when you’re trying to relax, except here she’s got magic, a cock, and zero interest in playing fair. The whole thing is built around that Fairy Tail moment with Erza and Kagura, but this time it’s like someone paused the anime, said “ok, what if this went completely off the rails,” and then just never stopped. You’re not getting some slow romance or teasing kisses. Minerva grabs the situation by the throat, literally and mentally, with Millianna as the fluffy-eared sacrifice in the middle of this mess. Her capture isn’t just story flavor, it’s the excuse for everything that happens next: hardcore bullying, psychological domination, and that shift into futa mode that feels more like she’s pulling a cursed weapon out of thin air than just “growing a dick.” It fits her, in a fucked up way. She looks at Millianna like a toy she rented, not a person, and the game actually leans into that instead of pretending it’s love.

Millianna is the soft spot in all this nastiness. Those ears, the tail, the way her body language switches from defiant to helpless once Minerva starts pushing her around. At first she’s trying to stay strong for Erza and Kagura, but once the magic cock shows up, that brave face cracks. She’s put in these positions that really show off her curves, her stockings slipping a little, hands forced behind her or pinned, and her eyes doing that half-ashamed, half-turned-on thing that always hits harder than pure blank lust. There’s a lot of focus on her pussy getting used, stretched, stuffed full by Minerva’s new “toy,” and it’s not gentle. You see her get pounded from angles that feel more like humiliation than intimacy, with her cute beast-girl aesthetic clashing against the brutal way she’s treated. It’s dirty in that proper hentai parody way, the kind where you know the original characters are completely ruined and that’s exactly the point. The whole lesbian tension that usually hangs around Erza’s crew gets twisted here into something darker, turned into Minerva’s playground instead of a sweet girl-on-girl moment. She taunts, she plays with Millianna’s reactions, sometimes slowing down just to watch that mix of pain and pleasure spread across her face. By the time she really starts ramming Millianna’s pussy like she owns it, the game has already made clear that this isn’t about happy endings. It’s about taking a familiar catgirl and breaking her on the floor, using that big magical cock until she’s nothing but sweat, tears, and a soaked hole that keeps clenching around Minerva whether she wants it or not. Erotic, mean, a bit too much in the best way.

You sit in this tiny, boring office, soft lo‑fi beat looping in the back of your head like one of those 24/7 YouTube radios, and across the desk there’s this blonde girl, eyes a bit empty, a bit lost, tits barely contained in this totally not professional top. The game just kind of drops you there, no long intro, no huge drama, you’re the “doctor” and she’s the “patient” with some vague mental issue that honestly nobody cares about after two clicks. The only real sickness here is how quick your brain goes from therapist mode to “ok, how fast can I get her naked.”

Everything is built around you poking at her mind, not her body at first. You talk, you test, you slide into that hypnosis stuff little by little. Simple clicks, simple choices, but they feel dirty because you know what you’re pushing her toward. You’re not just spamming next, you’re watching her eyes glaze over, her posture sag, her breathing change when you go a bit deeper. The moment she starts repeating your words like some broken Spotify track, that’s when the game actually hits. You tell her she’s safe, she can trust you, and right after that you slide in these fucked up commands about taking off her clothes, showing you her big tits “for therapy reasons.” It’s fucked up, but it’s hot, and the game knows exactly that line it’s dancing on. One second you’re pretending to care about her feelings, the next you’re timing your clicks with the music in your head while she unbuttons everything for you, nipples out, body slack like a doll that still breathes.

When she stands in front of you, just hypnotized and half‑gone, that’s where the game leans hard into the fucktown side of things. You move from slow, teasing dialogue into actual physical stuff, but the hypnosis never really stops. You’re still stacking suggestions on her while you strip her the rest of the way, like “you feel better when I touch you” and “good girls spread their legs when the doctor tells them.” The pussy shots don’t pretend to be artistic, they’re just right there, in your face, this soft, used, obedient thing waiting for you. You decide how rough you wanna be, how much you make her say she wants it, even though you literally rewired her brain five minutes ago. Sometimes the pacing is a bit weird, you jump from sweet and slow to “ok, we’re fucking now” in a blink, like the dev just skipped a song in the playlist and forgot to crossfade. Still, when you’re pushing into her, watching her blank face melt into pleasure you programmed into her, that janky cut in mood kinda disappears, because your focus is on the way she arches, the way her huge tits bounce, and those little broken moans that sound like she’s confused about whether she’s enjoying it or just obeying. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep, it just wraps you in this shitty little office fantasy where abusing power feels almost casual, like changing tracks on your phone while you scroll Pornhub in another tab. And yeah, I wish there was more resistance, more slow burn, more of that “I probably shouldn’t be doing this” guilt that sits on your chest, but at the same time, that quick slide from “tell me about your problem” to “open your legs for me” is exactly why it sticks in your head after you close the browser and stare at the empty screen, wondering when the next fake patient is gonna walk in.

Not even sure why I clicked on that thumbnail, maybe boredom or curiosity, but this thing went way further than I expected. It’s weird how they made Samus look both powerful and humiliated at the same time - like she’s still that cold bounty hunter under all the mess, but the game keeps pushing her into situations that feel filthy in a way that’s almost hypnotic. You start thinking you’re just clicking through another cheap parody, then suddenly you’re adjusting sliders for things you didn’t think you’d ever have control over. There’s something so wrong about it, yet it’s done with a confidence that makes you forget to question it. I don’t even know if that’s good or bad.

The controls are clunky sometimes, especially when you try to switch between the toys - the physics go crazy, and I laughed instead of getting turned on. But then again, when the tentacles start moving in sync with her breathing, that laughter dies real quick. The sound design is grossly effective: too wet, too close, like someone’s recording from inside her throat. I kept muting it and unmuting again because silence felt even dirtier. The “pee” option caught me off guard; I thought it was a joke setting until I saw how detailed the animation was. Maybe too detailed. And the cake thing? I still don’t get it, but it sticks in your head like a smell you can’t wash off.

I guess what hits hardest is how the game doesn’t pretend to be anything noble. It’s pure control fantasy, ugly and honest. Sometimes she looks back at the camera and there’s this flicker - maybe shame, maybe pleasure - and I can’t tell which one turns me on more. The UI is garbage, but you end up forgetting about it, just lost in rhythm and skin and that awful metallic echo when she moans. I closed the tab, opened it again ten minutes later, and hated myself slightly less the second time.