Reaper here is not your moody edge-lord with two shotguns, he is basically walking ass-destruction service, and the game just goes, “yeah ok, let’s see how far this hole goes.” You pick if Reaper is more him or more her at the start, which is already kinda hot because both versions are thirsty as hell. Male Reaper is all about that brutal pounding vibe, thick cock, big rough hands on the hips, like he wants to bury you in the mattress. Female version keeps the mask and the tits, with this big futa cock that looks wrong in the best way, and somehow that makes the whole thing feel even filthier. It’s still Reaper, same mask, same attitude, just now your main concern is if your ass will ever close again.

Game drops you basically straight into anal action. No long buildup, no weird lore dump, just “here’s the hole, here’s the cock, figure it out.” You start playing with the speed and the different movement styles, and at first I was like “ok, standard stuff” and then suddenly the angle changes, the stroke gets deeper, and Reaper’s hips are just slamming in this very evil rhythm that made me bite my lip in real life. You mess a bit with tempo, go from slow teasing grind where just the tip sits there stretching the rim, to full brutal fucking where the cheeks are shaking and Reaper is just plowing like it’s overtime and the payload is your colon. There is this one moment when I cranked the speed a little too much and the character did that little body jerk that looks like “oh fuck, too deep” and I legit had to pause the game and laugh because yeah, felt that one in my soul.

The consequences part is what made me stay longer than I planned. It’s not just in-out animation loop. You actually see what happens after Reaper uses your ass as personal shooting range. Hole stays loose, lube or cum dripping, body language changes, there’s that exhausted slump where you can tell whoever is taking it is just done, but Reaper is not. I liked when you push him to go rough, pull him in close and the mask gets right into the frame while he hammers you, then after he finishes, you see the mess, the gape, the “ok I’m ruined” look. Honestly, I wish there were like one or two more positions, but at the same time the focus on anal and on this one fantasy makes everything hit harder. It’s dirty, very focused on that backdoor obsession, and the game kinda doesn’t care about anything else. Which, for an Overwatch Reaper fuck-my-ass simulator, is exactly as stupid and horny as it sounds.

Tsunade here looks like she just finished one bottle of sake too many and decided “fuck it, I’m getting wrecked today.” The whole thing feels like you accidentally opened someone’s filthy secret project in an old browser tab and then stayed because it actually hits the right spots. You start with her on all fours, that ridiculous round ass filling the whole screen, and everything is from your eyes only, like you’re pressed right behind her, hips touching, smelling her sweat and perfume mix. There’s no long intro, no fake romance, just her kneeling there with those huge tits hanging and bouncing under her, waiting for you to start slamming her like a bad decision. It’s messy in a good way. The controls are simple and kinda janky, like the flash era never died, but honestly that makes it feel more dirty. You click, the pace changes, her ass starts clapping, her back arches, she moans louder, and suddenly the room in the game feels smaller, more humid, like she’s gonna drag you down with her.

The best part is how her body reacts. Those massive boobs swing under her with a tiny delay every time you thrust, like they got their own physics engine that only cares about making you distracted. You find yourself staring at her tits for way too long, then remember the real show is that fat ass in front of you, cheeks shaking every time you push in. The angle makes you feel like you’re practically inside her, watching your shaft disappear between her thighs, and then you notice little details that shouldn’t matter but they do: the faint shine on her skin, that tiny twitch in her lower back when you go deeper, the way her hair moves a bit when your rhythm gets rough. There’s this one moment when you speed it up, and her whole body starts to give up, shoulders dropping, head lowering, like she’s not the Hokage anymore, just a horny milf begging you to fill her. You keep going, the sound in your head louder than any actual sound, and when you finally decide to finish, you dump it all inside her and watch the cum spill back out slowly, thick and warm-looking, like her pussy is trying to keep it but failing. It’s dirty, it’s simple, it’s raw, and it kinda feels like a secret little fuck session you weren’t supposed to see but can’t stop replaying anyway.

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Ship is totally fucked, heroine is half naked, and the game just drops you on this ugly horny planet like, “yeah good luck, try not to get railed.” It feels like some cursed mashup of those old Flash arcade platformers and a shitty hentai doujin someone drew during math class. In a good way. Sort of. You run left and right, hopping over pits and gross organic platforms while every damn alien on screen is basically thinking with its dick. The camera’s tight enough that you always feel like something is slobbering just off screen, which is honestly hotter than the actual sprites half the time. You use WASD, hit Space to smack things, and Shift suddenly makes it feel like a tiny scuffed shooter, because now you’re lining up shots like it’s a bullet hell that forgot to be polite. It’s all very messy, unrefined, and that’s exactly why it works a bit too well.

The enemies are where the game gets really nasty. Tentacle blobs, insect-looking creeps, weird bio-robots that clearly never heard of consent. If they catch you, there isn’t some fade-to-black bullshit, you get a whole view of your girl getting pinned, grabbed, stuffed full from angles that honestly should require a health warning. The animations aren’t “smooth” or anything fancy, they’re kinda jittery and raw, but that makes them feel more like an old dirty gif you’d find on some forgotten Gelbooru page at 144p. And they don’t just loop one position either. You get that “oh shit I’m losing control” feeling, watching your health bar get chewed through while she’s squirming and dripping and trying to push them off, and half your brain’s screaming “press space, press space” while the other half just wants to sit there and watch her get absolutely wrecked. It’s not subtle. It’s not romantic. It’s straight alien *** fantasy, with tentacles wrapping thighs, stomach bulges, fluids everywhere, the whole degeneracy package. At one point I literally missed a jump on purpose just to see what that new slime enemy would do if it got on top of her. That says a lot. About me. And the game.

There’s a bit of customization, but don’t expect some deep character creator like in Skyrim mods. You tweak body shape, some outfit bits, colors, a couple of lewd toggles, just enough to make her “yours” before the planet ruins her completely. I spent way too long nudging boob sliders by tiny steps, switching from torn suit to even more torn suit, then jumping into a stage and immediately getting gangbanged by three ugly fuckers who didn’t even appreciate the effort. Rude. The platforming itself is that janky kind where you overshoot a ledge you were sure you’d land, or you swear input lag killed you, but then sometimes the awkward jump arcs actually make the chase scenes hotter, because you trip over some small enemy and suddenly you’re on your back, legs spread, and the screen is full of writhing wet limbs. Arcade-style respawns keep feeding you back into the grinder, and soon you’re in that loop of pretending you’re playing for score or progress while everyone knows you’re just checking what new position triggers in the next area. It’s trashy, unpolished, very thirsty, and somehow all the little rough edges just make the whole alien hell-planet sex trap vibe hit harder than it has any right to.

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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.

Raven finally snapped in this one, and honestly, it’s beautiful in the worst possible way. Forget the usual brooding goth mage who saves Jump City and complains about emotions. Here she’s basically turned her room into a magical porn lab and decided the best way to fix her mood is to mass produce more of herself and then ruin every version from the inside out. It starts off almost calm: dark room, candles, that familiar vibe from the tower, and then the camera pans and you realize, oh, there’s not one Raven here, there’s a whole damn lineup. Different outfits, slightly different expressions, same purple hair, same smug “I know exactly what you’re staring at” look. Some of them already naked, some still pretending they’re wearing clothes for a reason. Then you notice the important upgrade: every clone packing stupidly big cock that clearly isn’t there for show. She basically turned herself into both the casting couch and the entire cast.

The pacing is kind of wild. There’s zero build-up to “respectable foreplay.” One Raven on her knees choking herself on another Raven’s dick, smeared mascara, eyes rolling, and in the back you can see two more clones going full anal pileup like it’s a group project nobody planned but everybody passes anyway. It does that thing where the camera lingers way too long on the throat bulge when she’s deepthroating, like it wants you to count how many inches disappeared. And it keeps cutting between angles so you get this weird whiplash: one second you’re watching her being pinned face-first into the sheets, getting pounded in her ass while someone else feeds her cock, next second you’re staring at a Raven stroking herself, waiting her turn, cum already drying on her tits because she got there early. The bukkake scenes hit like a messed up ritual: half-circle of futa Ravens around one poor, smug original, all jerking, then she gets painted completely, white on purple, dripping off her chin, sticking in her hair, and she looks genuinely happy for once. Or possessed. Hard to tell with her.

It leans hard into the whole “I don’t need anyone else, I’ll fuck myself” vibe, which is weirdly on-brand for Raven. She’s basically her own gangbang. Her own harem. Her own humiliation arc. You get anal, oral, stacked penetration where she’s plugged in every hole like some cursed magic artifact, and they don’t shy away from showing that everything stretches and throbs and pulses in a way that’s actually a bit too honest. Some shots are messy as hell, like whoever framed them just wanted to zoom on the veins of that big cock and forgot there’s a whole body attached. And then you get these little moments, like a Raven clone wiping cum off another’s lips with her thumb and then pushing the same thumb back into her mouth, casual as drinking coffee. It’s not romantic. It’s not “sexy story with feelings.” It’s just a goth sorceress locked in a feedback loop of cloning, using, and filling her own clones until the whole room looks like a sticky magic disaster. And somehow, that fits her more than half the “serious” fan stories out there.