Gwen looks like she just logged out of some normal episode and then suddenly landed in the wrong tab of your browser. She is there on the bed, that trademark red hair everywhere, green eyes already kinda annoyed but also clearly needy, and it hits you that this thing is not trying to be classy at all. It’s like someone took a horny Tumblr mashup, an old Flash game, and those cursed Ben 10 memes, tossed them into a blender, then forgot to put the lid on. You’re handed control of not one but two cocks, like some degenerate puppeteer. One is lined up with her mouth, the other swapping between pussy and ass, and she just has to deal with it while you click around like a maniac. No romance, no build up, no fake “plot twist”. One second she’s scowling at you, next second you’re pushing her head down and watching her lips stretch around Ben’s dick while grandpa Max is busy absolutely ruining the other side of her. Yes, grandpa. Yes, it’s every bit as unholy as that sounds.

What actually hooked me was how interactive the smut feels even though it’s super simple. You drag, you click, you spam the same motion way too long because you want to see her expression change. Throat bulging while you force that blowjob angle, then you swap to anal and there’s this little hitch in her eyes like “oh fuck, it’s in.” You can line up a full-on spitroast, dick in her mouth, dick in her ass, hands on her hips, and her tits bouncing in that stupid cartoon way that should not be this hot but here we are. The game lets you push her way past “nice gentle cousin fun” straight into hardcore family disaster territory: ass fingering while you keep her stuffed, creampie her ass, then instantly shove back in and smear it all over, pull out and finish on her face, then go right back to her pussy and pump another load into her like you’re trying to see how many places on one girl you can fill at the same time. Sometimes I’d waste a full minute just timing the cumshots so her mouth is open when the other dick explodes, facial mixing with the cream dripping from her fucked raw holes. There’s a weird rhythm to it, like trying to sync beats in a DJ app, except your “track” is Gwen getting used like a toy while Ben just keeps hammering and grandpa Max is quietly the most cursed MVP in hentai history.

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.

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.

Leila looks like that girl you always notice at the bar and never have the balls to talk to, except here you actually get to see what happens if you stop being a coward for once. She’s leaning on the table, dress hugging her body, tits basically trying to escape every time she breathes. The game throws you right into that moment where you’re half horny, half nervous, and makes you work for it in a way that is stupidly simple but still kinda addictive. You’re not just clicking “next” and suddenly she’s naked. You have to pick the right lines, read her mood a bit, act like you’re not just a walking erection. Fail a choice and she’ll shut you down, look away, lose interest, and that actually hurts a little, like real life when you say something dumb and the girl just goes cold. Hit the right answer and she starts to melt, her pose changes, she leans closer, you feel that small victory in your chest and also in your pants. It’s funny how fast you start memorizing what she likes: the flirty line that makes her smirk, the compliment that makes her blush, the one risky joke that either turns her on or kills everything. I caught myself replaying just to see how fast I could get her from “who are you” to “let’s go to your place” without screwing it up.

Then the bar is gone and suddenly you’ve got her in your home, and the whole vibe flips from shy small talk to full-on porn logic. Clothes stop being important very fast. Her dress rides up, then it’s off, and you finally get those huge soft tits in your face, in your hands, wherever you want them really. The undressing part is the best kind of slow burn: bra sliding down, nipples popping out, her pretending to be a bit shy but you can tell she’s loving the attention. There’s this nice massage phase where your hands are “just” rubbing her shoulders, then her back, then you’re grabbing her ass and kneading those big boobs like they’re stress balls made for horny people. The game lets you control the pace, so you can go gentle or just say fuck it and push straight into hard sex. When you start really fucking her, it’s not some soft romantic thing. You’re pounding her, watching her big breasts bounce like crazy, hearing those wet sounds that make you turn your volume down because, yeah, it’s that kind of game. Pump her full, watch the cumshot drip over her body, her tits, her stomach, and she’s still breathing heavy like she wants another round. It’s simple, dirty, and straight to the point, exactly like those old adult flash games we all pretended not to know about, but with just enough flirting and little mistakes along the way to make finally blowing your load on her feel earned instead of just another click.