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.

Undertail: Toriel is basically that one horny AU fanfic you read on your phone while pretending to “check emails” at work, except now it’s kind of a game and kind of a shitpost and somehow still hotter than it has any right to be. You wander around this janky little Underground knockoff where literally only Toriel exists, and yeah, that’s the whole point. No huge cast, no epic journey, just you and goat mom in a small world that feels like someone ripped out the first slice of Undertale and then said: “ok but what if we fuck it up. Literally.” It starts pretty innocent, like the original vibe, her leading you around, being caring, talking too much, all that. Then the dialogs slowly stop pretending this is wholesome. She “worries” about you in that clingy, possessive way, touches your sprite for too long, says things that sound like they came from a horny Discord RP at 4 in the afternoon when everybody pretends they’re normal.

The core hook is simple: those classic Undertale battle boxes, except now every turn feels like you’re edging through a weird roleplay. You still pick actions, but they’re all pushing the line: flirting, teasing, letting her “teach” you, or playing innocent and watching her get more frustrated. You pick “Flirt” and instead of the cutesy response you remember, she gives you something way more loaded, like she’s trying to be your mom and your dom and completely failing at choosing one. You dodge attacks while the game throws text at you about her body, her scent, her soft fur, her tits pressing against your character when she tries to “protect” you. The art is rough, not all angles are sexy, some of it feels like early DeviantArt energy, but that almost makes it better. It feels like watching someone’s fetish grow in real time. There are moments where you’re half jerking off and half going “wow, this is actually kind of depressing” because she is obviously lonely as hell, clinging to you like you’re the last bit of warmth in the Ruins. The game doesn’t really go anywhere bigger than that, and it doesn’t need to. No meta twist, no clever morality system, just a slow slide from motherly care to possessive lust, trapped in a little loop where the only exit is either her letting you go or you giving in and wanting to stay. It’s messy, horny, unfinished, emotionally weird, and yeah, that’s pretty much the charm.

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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.

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.

You know that feeling when a quiz game suddenly stops being about knowledge and turns into pure filth? That’s this one. It pretends to test your One Piece memory, but really it’s just teasing you, dangling the promise of Nami’s tits or Robin’s long legs if you get the answer right. And when you do - holy shit, the reward screens hit hard. They don’t waste time on softcore nonsense; it’s straight into sweaty, raw, “I can’t believe they animated that” territory. You’ll see these girls the way Luffy never could: stripped of all that pirate dignity, moaning like they’ve forgotten what the Grand Line even is. It’s the kind of thing that makes you pause for a second, grin, then click “next” because you know you’re already too deep in.

The art’s inconsistent in that messy, charming way that old Flash stuff used to be. Some shots look like they were drawn by someone who really *loves* boobs - like, religiously. Others look like the artist got distracted halfway through a nipple. But that’s part of the charm. It’s dirty, a bit amateurish, and somehow that makes it feel more personal. You’re not looking at a studio product; you’re peeking into someone’s fantasy. The moans aren’t perfectly synced, the colors bleed a little, and you can tell whoever made it didn’t care about polish - they cared about making Nami get railed until her eyes roll back. And honestly? Respect.

There’s something oddly nostalgic about the way it mixes trivia with porn. Like it’s daring you to prove you’re a “real fan” before you get to see Vivi taking it from behind. You’ll curse when you miss a question, laugh when you guess right by accident, and maybe, just maybe, start to appreciate how stupidly fun it is to earn your smut. It’s not high art. It’s not subtle. It’s just One Piece characters fucking, and sometimes that’s exactly what you want.

A terrifying tentacle creature has set its sights on a young couple, desperate to invade their bodies and implant its eggs deep inside. The creature's twisted goal is to impregnate women with its alien eggspawn, spreading its vile progeny. Caught in the middle of this nightmare, the young couple struggles against the relentless assault, their bodies pushed to the edge.

Meanwhile, military forces and scientific researchers have been working tirelessly to stop this epidemic of monstrous impregnation. They study the creature’s biology and behavior, hoping to uncover weaknesses that can be exploited. Armed with experimental weapons and innovative tactics, they prepare to face the monster head-on and protect innocent women from becoming unwilling hosts.

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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.

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.