Kasumi Rebirth feels like catching someone’s private mod folder that accidentally got pushed live and nobody had the heart to stop it. It’s just Kasumi, chained up, not doing the “cool ninja” thing at all, and the whole game is basically you seeing how far you can push her body before you get bored or feel weird about yourself. She hangs there in those metal restraints, soft skin, big tits squeezed by the outfit that you immediately start ripping off, because of course you do. There is no fake romance, no “story” pretending this isn’t what it is. You poke her, grab her, slide hands over her tits, pinch her nipples a bit too hard, then harder, just to see if the reaction changes. It turns into this quiet little lab experiment: what if I put fingers in her pussy first, then in her ass, then both, then ignore both and just use her tits like they are toys made of warm jelly. The game doesn’t judge. It just lets you be a freak in peace.

The main loop of Kasumi Rebirth is strangely hypnotic: click, drag, spread her legs, tilt her hips, line her up for doggystyle, then get distracted and go back to playing with her mouth. You pull her head back, slide a dildo between her lips, watch those eyes say everything without a single line of dialog. Deepthroat her with plastic, then switch holes like a bored god with too much free time. Pussy, ass, mouth, back to pussy, then push it in her asshole again just because you like the way she tightens around it. You can masturbate her slowly, tease her clit until she twitches, then ram something inside and go straight for a rough creampie like the concept of foreplay never existed. Cumshots on her face, on her breasts, slipping down her body, and at some point I tried to see if I could cover both tits perfectly and got annoyed because one drop kept sliding off the side in a stupid way that distracted me more than it should. There is also this breast expansion thing going on that feels like someone’s late-night fever dream: you start tweaking and pumping and suddenly her big tits are not just big, they are ridiculous, heavy, almost comical, but somehow it works because this game stopped pretending to be “normal” a long time ago. It is rough, it is ***-y, it is torture dressed up as “gentle play”, and yet the whole thing has this old-school Internet porn game energy that makes you keep testing one more position, one more angle, one more messy facial, just to see how far Kasumi’s body can be turned into a toy before you finally close the tab and swear you’re done with Dead or Alive girls forever.

Warm sand under your back, that lazy dead-fish feeling after too much sun, and suddenly the whole world is just ass. Not metaphorical ass, not “thicc” like people spam in comments, but two animated legends grinding reality out of focus: Android 18 with her perfect ice-queen blonde vibe and Erza with that wild red hair that looks like it still smells like battle smoke and perfume. They are on the beach with you, but also not really “with” you, more like on you, around you, over you. The game starts in that half-dream state where you’re not sure if you passed out from heat or from scrolling too long on Pornhub. Then the screen settles, the loop hits, and you’re basically pinned there, face in the danger zone, while they twerk slow and teasing, asses so close you feel like your monitor might grow taste buds. It’s that kind of short, dirty fantasy that feels like someone took all the fanart from Reddit and boiled it down into one shameless anal-focused scene, no plot, no talking, just rhythm and skin and the sense that you somehow woke up in the middle of a crossover nobody had the right to make and everyone secretly wanted anyway.

There’s this weird magic in how nothing really “happens” and still everything is happening. Android 18 moves with that cold precision, like she calculated the exact angle where her booty will hover over your mouth, just out of reach, like she knows you’re useless here and enjoys it. Erza is the opposite, her ass movement feels more playful, almost chaotic, like she is the one who dragged 18 into this little beach sin-session and is now showing off, cheeks bouncing, sometimes almost clapping in your face, sometimes slowing down just enough that you catch yourself leaning forward at a screen like an idiot. The camera sits low, submissive, like you’re stuck in the sand while they use your head as their personal seat cushion. You get pussy flashes, that quick glimpse here and there when they shift position, a little pink flash that makes your brain glitch for a second, especially when it happens while they arch their backs and present fully, like “here, have this, but only for one frame, enjoy suffering.” Anal is the star though. Their butts are treated like holy objects, center stage, big, round, demanding, the way they tilt and spread just enough so your imagination fills all the gaps. It’s almost rude how short and looping it is. You just start syncing your breathing to Erza’s slow bounce, Android 18’s more measured grind, and then you realize this is it. No climax scene, no “next phase”, just you looping like a horny goldfish pressing replay, pretending your hand hasn’t already figured out the timing like a rhythm game.

That’s the thing that got me. It feels like a dirty little GIF you shouldn’t like as much as you do, but you keep it open in a small Chrome tab anyway, somewhere between Twitter and xVideos, letting it run while you do other stuff, then suddenly you’re staring again. The beach background is almost nothing, just light and sand and that lazy sea vibe, but somehow it adds to the fantasy of “sunburned pervert wakes up and two famous anime girls are using his face as furniture.” There’s no voice lines, no moans, no cheesy music trying to be sexy, only the animation doing the work, like those old Flash loops that used to live on sketchy sites, except cleaner and more focused on asses. At one point Erza leans forward just a tiny bit more and her red hair falls, covering half of 18 from your view, and that small moment stuck with me way more than it should, because it feels almost intimate, like you’re spying on something they’re doing for themselves, not for you. And yeah, it’s basically a glorified loop about booty and anal teasing, you’re not getting a deep gameplay session out of this, but sometimes that’s exactly what fries your brain in the nicest way: two iconic babes, one beach, your face in the wrong place and the right place at the same time, and nothing to do except watch them bounce until your wrist gives up or your browser starts lagging.

You find yourself marooned on a vast, unforgiving desert continent where survival is just the beginning and an imposing palace rises in the distance, its walls whispering secrets of power and submission. This isn’t merely an adventure; you’re dragged into a sinister game of control and obedience.

The palace demands you take up the mantle of slave trainer, molding captives into obedient servants. Every step you take within the palace walls is filled with tension, whispered commands, and the clash of desire and domination. Through rigorous training and harsh discipline, you’ll forge loyal slaves ready to obey every order.

Wandering through the palace corridors, you uncover not just hidden chambers but deeper layers of power dynamics. The sprawling estate is alive with whispers and the soft moans of those caught in a cycle of command and obedience. Mastering this delicate dance between dominance and submission is your key to success.

The choices you impose will determine who thrives and who breaks under pressure, reflecting on your power.

The deeper you delve, the more you realize the game changes everyone involved.

Even unfinished, the game offers a raw, intense experience where every interaction matters.

Slave Trainer is just a placeholder for what will become a complex journey into dominance and service.

Do you have what it takes to dominate this desert palace and those within?

The sands shift outside, but inside the palace, your authority must never waver. Will you conquer or crumble?

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.

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.

Game starts and she’s already half in it, no long story, just this blonde with big porn star energy walking into some cheap looking beach arcade like it’s a job interview. She’s got this tight swimsuit that looks more like something from a trashy Instagram ad than real sportswear, and it actually fits the vibe. There’s sand outside, fake neon inside, and then those booths with holes in the wall that the game is clearly way too proud of. It all feels a bit dirty in a good way, like someone mixed a summer holiday with a gross bathroom and said, yeah, people will jerk to this.

The whole “I want to open my own porn studio” dream is funny, because the game pretends it cares about that goal for like two lines and then completely forgets it once the first dick slips through the glory hole. Money counter jumps every time she starts sucking, and honestly that’s the only “economy system” that matters here. You just watch her work for cash, one blowjob at a time, and it’s weirdly honest as a monetization metaphor. The game is free, but it really feels like it wants you thinking about coins and points and upgrades, just like the shady gacha crap in mobile apps. Only here the prize is more cum on her face, not a new skin in Genshin or some battle pass in Fortnite. Same logic, different fluid.

Her animations when she leans down on the hole actually surprised me, in a stupid way. She adjusts her posture, grabs the shaft like she knows what she’s doing, then you notice her expression change when the guy on the other side starts to get close. It’s porn logic, yeah, but there’s a tiny bit of character there. She’s not shy at all. She opens wide, takes it messy, doesn’t even pretend she cares who’s on the other side. That part is hot and also kind of depressing, like she’s become just another resource in an arcade machine. You pop in a “coin”, she spits and sucks, he explodes, repeat. It’s capitalism with cumshots.

And that beach setting. At first it looks pointless, but actually it hits this thing in the brain. Knowing that right outside this crusty arcade, there are people walking, kids with ice cream, normal couples splashing in the water, while inside she’s kneeling in front of a wall, swallowing strangers through a hole. That contrast is kinda fucked and kinda great. Makes the whole scenario feel more wrong. In a porn game way. Like someone took a sunny vacation photo and smeared it with sex.

Controls are simple to a fault, like a very horny rhythm minigame that forgot it’s supposed to be about “fun” too, not only timing. Sometimes you get a combo for making her keep the pace, sometimes the guy just blows early and you feel cheated. The game clearly wants you to chase higher scores, faster finishes, better “performance” from her. The weird part is that she reacts differently depending on how you play. Keep her at a slower rhythm and she looks like she’s enjoying the taste, speeding up looks more desperate, more like she’s working hard for that cash. That tiny detail actually got to me more than it should.

The cumshots are the main payoff and they don’t pretend to be classy. Thick, messy, dripping down her lips, sometimes on her swimsuit, sometimes on her cheek. It’s not subtle at all. She blinks when her eyes get hit, licks her lips when it’s on her mouth, cleans nothing. Just waits for the next guy. After a few rounds, the scoreboard feels less sexy and more like a spreadsheet of her dignity getting converted into coins, which, yeah, is the whole porn studio dream, I guess. The game sort of mocks itself and doesn’t even know it.

Still, when that last big payout appears and her balance jumps, you almost feel proud of her. Then you remember all she did was deepthroat a bunch of anonymous cocks through a hole in a sticky beach arcade for our entertainment and some imaginary startup capital, and suddenly that little victory screen tastes like cheap lube. In a good way. Or a bad way. Hard to tell.

There is something kind of horny-janky about this game that I like way more than I should. It looks like somebody found an old fetish toy in the back of a browser and just said “yeah fuck it, ship it.” You get this goth hentai mascot girl, basically Zone-tan flavor, purple hair, smug little smile that says she knows exactly what you’re loading this page for, and then the tentacles crawl in and the whole thing turns into a live-action menu. You don’t really play, you poke. Actions on the left, reactions on the right. Sometimes the tentacle just wraps around her boots first, like it is teasing the camera, and I swear that tiny detail did more for me than half the hardcore clips on Pornhub. The boots are shiny, tight, and they stay on while she gets stretched, which is honestly the right choice. Naked from the neck to the thighs but with those big stompy boots still on? Yeah, that scratches a very specific brain itch. I was listening to old YMCK tracks on Spotify while watching her get titfucked by a veiny purple noodle and it synced in this really stupid way during the loop, like the moan hit on the snare. Completely accidental, or maybe I just need sleep.

The best part is how the game kind of pretends to be a game. There is a “fail” screen, like you’re supposed to do something “right”, but there is no right way, only tentacles in every hole they can find. You poke a button, she goes from smug to flushed, and suddenly one tentacle is between her tits pumping lube on them while another one is pushing into her pussy, then it cuts to her ass getting opened way wider than physics allows. It almost feels like those old flash loops where you click one icon and it jumps to a totally different position, only here they call it “actions” and pretend it has some logic. The retry button is broken in this very funny way, it just acts like it woke up on the wrong side of the code and can’t be bothered. I kept clicking it on Chrome and then on Firefox too, like somehow another browser would give me a secret anal scene or something, but no, it just shrugs, reloads weird, and throws me back to the same set of filthy loops. At some point I forgot which action was which and just started treating it like a randomizer: okay, this one is the rough anal, this one is the softer vaginal grind with the tentacle sliding over her clit, this one is the slow titfuck where her tongue is out like she is making fun of you. It’s horny, messy, kind of broken, and feels like you’re clicking through the memory of a flash site that should have died years ago but refuses to. And yeah, I’m definitely bookmarking it instead of deleting my history like a responsible adult.

Samus shows up here like she took a wrong portal and landed in the trashiest corner of the Nintendo multiverse, and honestly, it kind of rules. You’ve got this shiny blonde bounty hunter in a tiny bikini instead of the usual armor, strapped down so tight she’s not going anywhere, and the game basically asks, “Ok, how badly do you want to ruin her?” Then it lets you answer that with buttons, sliders, and too many cocks and tentacles to count. It starts slow if you want, just Samus squirming and giving you that pissed-off look, but the second you start actual penetration, the whole thing turns into a mix of porn clip and stress toy. You poke one thing, her ass reacts. You poke another, tentacles decide her pussy is their new home. And yeah, there’s an X-ray toggle, because apparently Creambee knows everyone wants to see what’s happening inside her holes, not only outside. One click and you’re looking straight into her cunt and ass while a thick cock or wet tentacle is stretching everything wide open, like some fucked-up anatomy lesson that would get you banned from any school in one second.

What I like is how it rewards messing around instead of just racing for the cumshot. I spent way too long just switching between anal and vaginal, watching her expression shift from angry to broken to that “I hate this but my body doesn’t” look that hentai people know too well. And yeah, the tentacle *** is not subtle at all. They come from below, wrap around her arms and legs, hold her open and pound her like they’re trying to pack her womb full. There’s no “romance”, no plot, just “Samus is fucked, now you choose how.” You can go full-on brutal, stuff her ass while another cock is hammering her pussy, and then flip on X-ray and watch both holes get filled at once. It’s ridiculous and kind of overkill, but in a good “I can’t believe I’m clicking this” way.

The little secret futanari switch in the background is peak old-school flash trolling. You spot it, click, suddenly Samus has a big hard dick on top of being used as a cum dump, and the whole scene gets twice as messy. I had her getting pounded by tentacles while her own cock was twitching and spilling over her belly and tits, facial dripping, creampie pouring out of her, and the screen just looked like someone attacked it with a bucket of cum in Photoshop. The final cumshot is exactly that type of nonsense too: you push things long enough, the rhythm changes, and then there’s this full-on explosion in her pussy, in her ass, and all over her face, like nobody here has heard of “too much”. My only stupid complaint is that the background secret is a bit annoying to find if you don’t know Creambee’s usual style, but yeah, I kept clicking around like an idiot until it worked and I’m still low-key mad about it. Anyway, if you ever wanted to see Samus tied up, fucked by tentacles, taken in the ass, stuffed with creampie, coated in facial, and also packing her own cock because why the hell not, this thing doesn’t even pretend to be tasteful. It just gives you the controls and lets you wreck her.

Samus in a tight shiny catsuit, Chief in that chunky green armor, and somehow it feels way dirtier than it has any right to be. The whole thing plays like someone grabbed your old Halo saves and your dusty Metroid memories, threw them into a Pornhub fever dream, and then just said, “Yeah, she’s getting fucked from behind and she’s loving every goddamn second of it.” There’s this funny clash between the big heroic vibe of both characters and the really simple goal here: watch Samus ride and take cock until that composure just melts. No slow tease, no fancy plot. She’s already bent, already offering that ass, and you’re just dropped into this future corridor where armor and pussy are the only things that matter. Feels like catching your favorite Nintendo heroine in the wrong universe entirely, with the right camera angle.

What hit me first is how much they lean into Samus actually moving, not just lying there like some bored hentai doll. She grinds back on Chief’s cock with this almost competitive rhythm, like she really is trying to win a “biggest slut in space” contest no one announced. Her blonde hair bouncing a little out of place, that tight suit clinging to every curve, and when you see the outline of his cock pushing into her, it’s stupid satisfying. I was watching it in Chrome on my laptop, had Discord open on the other monitor, kept alt-tabbing like an idiot because I thought I heard a sound. The details are inconsistent in a charming way. Her armor looks badass in one angle and then her pussy turns into the real center of gravity the next, all spread and shiny, and your brain just gives up on logic. The doggystyle focus is intense, like the animator had one favorite position and refused to pretend otherwise. And honestly, respect. There’s this tiny thing that bugged me, by the way: one of the sound loops clicks weirdly at the loop point and once you notice, it just sits in your ear, but then Samus moans louder and you kind of forget to care.

The banter is not spoken, obviously, but the body language kind of turns into its own dirty dialogue. The way she braces her hands, how her back arches, how her hips stutter when he goes deeper, it reads like she’s saying “harder” without a single line of text. Chief is more like a prop with a gun on his back, but it weirdly works, his big armored bulk just there to pound her like a machine and let her steal the show. One moment you’re thinking about how messed up it is to see this childhood sci fi duo used like porn puppets, next second you’re zooming the browser in a bit because the angle is too good and you don’t want to miss the way her pussy stretches around him. There’s this one loop where she looks back over her shoulder, just for a second, like she’s checking if you’re watching, and that one frame sells everything. You can almost imagine her stepping off some mission, wiping alien slime off the suit, then quietly sneaking into Chief’s quarters for a “debrief” that ends with her getting her ass slapped while he rams in from behind. Completely stupid, totally hot, and somehow it sticks in your head longer than it should for a quick hentai animation that’s basically just two iconic space warriors forgetting the galaxy so they can fuck in a hallway.