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.

Miku really woke up one day, looked at her whole idol career, the concerts, the glowsticks, the rhythm games, the YouTube playlists, and said: “Nah, I wanna get absolutely wrecked by a stupid-looking vegetable.” And honestly? Iconic behavior. The whole thing feels like some drunk hentai artist lost a bet and had to mash Vocaloid, groceries and porn together. You load it up and there she is, that familiar blue-haired digital princess, except now she's spread open, moaning way too loud for someone who's allegedly “embarrassed,” and getting friendly with a mutant veggie that looks like it crawled out from the back of your fridge and went to the gym. The tentacles don’t waste time. One curls around her waist, another lifts her leg like it's doing yoga with her, and before you even think “Wait, is that a cucumber with feelings?”, she’s got one fat tentacle stuffing her pussy and another bullying its way into her ass like it owns the place.

The game is basically all about the build-up to that first proper double penetration, and they really milk it. Her face goes from shy “oh no, this is wrong” to “yes daddy chlorophyll ruin me” in like ten seconds. The camera loves her thighs, then jumps in close on the penetration, then backs up again so you see her tiny body trying to handle this ridiculous plant monster. There’s this one moment where the tentacle in her ass pulls out just a bit, and you see her hole twitch, and then it slams back inside in one smooth move, and she squeals in that high-pitched Miku voice that sounds like someone mixed an orgasm with a ringtone. If you’ve ever used Pornhub or xVideos and ended up in that weird hentai rabbit hole at 4 tabs deep, it feels exactly like that, just more focused and with you in control of when the big creampie happens. And the cumshot is stupid in the best way. The vegetable starts pulsing like it’s overheating, then just unloads in both her holes, thick white juice spilling out while she’s shaking and drooling, and you’re there like “girl, that’s not safe for digestion.” The mess keeps dripping, she keeps clenching, and the tentacles are still moving slightly like they’re not done with her, which is honestly kind of rude but also hot.

The thing that got me is how the game pretends to be about her “embarrassment” then gives you all those lewd angles like a pro porn shoot. At one point she’s pretending to push the tentacle away with her hands, but her hips are grinding forward, taking more of it, and you can’t tell if she’s resisting or just being dramatic, and that’s exactly the chaotic camp I live for. It’s not deep, it’s not clever, and the plot could be written on a napkin, but the way her tight little body flexes around those tentacles when they start going harder is… yeah. I was using it in Chrome on my phone first, then switched to desktop on Firefox because I wanted a bigger screen, and the whole thing still felt like I was doing something I absolutely should not be doing in a normal browser. It’s filthy, cheap, loud, and that last double creampie, where both holes overflow and you see the white spill mix and slide down between her cheeks? That’s the moment you realize our girl has fully retired from PG-13 rhythm games and is now employed by produce. Honestly, good for her.

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.

It starts like a memory you weren’t supposed to see - Sakura cornered in that dusty puppet chamber, the air thick with chakra and something darker. There’s no soft fade-in, no polite warning screen, just the red haze of Sasori’s control filling the space while his mechanical limbs twitch with intent. You realize quickly this isn’t a fight anymore; it’s an undoing. Each movement of his puppets is too slow, too deliberate, like he’s savoring how she can’t quite escape. The animation doesn’t rush, it lingers on that cruel rhythm between domination and despair. You can almost hear her breath catch when those segmented arms start exploring what they shouldn’t. It’s uncomfortable and hot at the same time, like watching power turn into lust right before your eyes.

What’s strange - maybe brilliant - is how the game doesn’t try to justify anything. It just lets the scene happen. Sasori’s face stays blank, emotionless, while Sakura’s expression shifts from rage to disbelief to helpless moans that sound wrong in the best way. The tentacles - metal, not flesh - move with this cold precision, wrapping around her wrists, sliding under her torn clothes, then deeper, pushing until she arches and the whole screen trembles. You keep tapping, probably too fast, because every touch triggers another wave of motion, another thrust, another broken whimper. It’s hypnotic. Filthy. Sometimes the timing feels off, though, like the animation stutters right when it should hit hardest, but maybe that makes it even more real - like your phone’s overheating from what it’s showing you.

There’s a point where you forget this is parody and start thinking maybe this secret jutsu was always meant to be obscene. The way the puppets hold her up, how the light hits the sweat on her skin - it’s pure fantasy, but it drags you down with it. I’d call it “Best Use of Tentacles,” hands down, because nothing else in the Naruto smut corner captures that mix of horror and arousal so perfectly. And if you think you’re ready for it, I dare you - watch without blinking, try not to lose control before the final frame.