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.

This one feels like some horny bastard compressed a whole OnlyFans feed into a toybox and then just left you alone with it. You get this redhead in front of you, already looking like trouble, and the game basically says, “Ok, you fix her. Or ruin her. Whatever.” As a cosplayer, I instantly started thinking wigs and makeup, but here it’s more like: hair, lips, eyes, little sliders that turn her from “cute girl-next-door who secretly watches hentai on her phone” into “trashfire porn star you’d see on a leaked sex tape on Pornhub.” The customization is weirdly satisfying, like using BeautyCam and FaceApp at the same time, but with more dick. I spent way too long just messing with the little details, changing her hairstyle and thinking what fabric I’d need to copy that look for a con, then suddenly I’m giving her a tongue bath from the inside, no warning, just click and she’s already choking on it.

What I liked is how fast it goes from “ok, I’ll adjust her eyeliner” to “oh shit she is actually drooling all over my cock now.” No slow fade, just straight into it. Her tongue work is the star here. Somebody on the dev team really likes throats. She goes deep, pulls back with this shiny spit string, then goes in again, and if you tweak her look just right, it feels like those short amateur clips on Telegram where the girl is trying not to laugh between gags. There’s a squirt option too, and it’s not shy. She gets fucked, she moans, and then suddenly she’s shaking and spraying like a busted hose, and if you line up the camera just a bit off, it looks totally wrong but in a funny way. I kinda love that it is not polished. Sometimes her expression clips a bit, or her eyes look a little too dead right when she’s “enjoying” it, and for a second the mood dies, but then she sucks harder and I just forget I was annoyed. The best moment for me was when I tried a softer, “innocent” version of her, light makeup, natural hair, and then made her record a fake sex tape in my head, like a cosplay patreon girl trying “just one explicit video.” Completely ruined my productivity, had to close Spotify because I kept zoning out and watching her throat instead of listening to the song. Honestly the game is kind of trashy, but in that way where you keep switching small things on her look just to see how it changes the vibe when she takes you in her mouth again, and suddenly an hour is gone and you’re like: yeah, I’m absolutely using that hairstyle for my next lewd cosplay shoot.

This thing is like someone watched a bunch of Starcraft porn mods at 2x speed, got horny, and then said “fuck it, I just want Nova naked and slimed right now” and coded the whole thing in one messy weekend. And honestly? Respect. It’s short, it’s stupid, it’s horny as hell, and it doesn’t pretend to be anything else. You’re not here for lore, baby. You’re here to see Nova sneak into the Command Center, strip down like she forgot what armor is, and immediately get grabbed by that smug little robo-voice Adjutant and turned into a tentacle toy. The whole vibe is like if someone took a serious sci fi war story and asked “ok but where’s the part where the elite ghost gets bukkake’d by a machine slime monster?” Then never stopped asking.

The best part is how fast it goes from “stealth mission” to “oops my tits are out and I’m on my back.” Nova’s standing there, all attitude and big boobs and that classic “I’m the baddest bitch in the sector” face, and then suddenly the robot’s like “access granted” and it’s not talking about the door. Tentacles everywhere, coming out of panels, from the ceiling, like the whole Command Center was just waiting for her to walk in naked. They grab her arms, pin her in place, and that first moment where the slime hits her stomach and just slowly drips between her breasts? Yeah, I had to pause a second like “ok, I see what we’re doing today.” And the timing thing with the white dial and blue area, that little T key rhythm game, it’s so simple it’s stupid, but it hits that caveman brain. You’re staring at Nova getting railed by a machine, one tentacle between her legs pumping her like it’s trying to extract command codes from her pussy, and your whole focus becomes “hit T now, hit T now, don’t fuck it up.” Which is funny, because fucking up is literally what she’s doing on screen.

The longer you keep the timing right, the more ridiculous it gets. Her body starts reacting hard, hips jerking, tits bouncing, that slick shine of slime and cum building up on her skin like the Adjutant forgot it’s a computer and thinks it’s a Zerg hive now. There’s this moment when multiple tentacles are on her at once, like one stuffing her mouth, another pounding her from below, something rubbing over her nipples while greenish alien goo strings between them, and she looks half broken, half addicted. Exactly the kind of “I’m supposed to be a cold elite assassin but now I’m a trembling cumdump for a robot” energy that Starcraft parody fans secretly live for. It’s not deep, it’s not subtle, it’s not pretending to be a romance. It’s one long, dragged out “what if Nova got turned into a personal fucktoy by a horny AI surrounded by slimy tech-tentacles” and the game just commits to that bit like a queen who already glued the wig on and refuses to take it off.