Not even sure why I clicked on that thumbnail, maybe boredom or curiosity, but this thing went way further than I expected. It’s weird how they made Samus look both powerful and humiliated at the same time - like she’s still that cold bounty hunter under all the mess, but the game keeps pushing her into situations that feel filthy in a way that’s almost hypnotic. You start thinking you’re just clicking through another cheap parody, then suddenly you’re adjusting sliders for things you didn’t think you’d ever have control over. There’s something so wrong about it, yet it’s done with a confidence that makes you forget to question it. I don’t even know if that’s good or bad.

The controls are clunky sometimes, especially when you try to switch between the toys - the physics go crazy, and I laughed instead of getting turned on. But then again, when the tentacles start moving in sync with her breathing, that laughter dies real quick. The sound design is grossly effective: too wet, too close, like someone’s recording from inside her throat. I kept muting it and unmuting again because silence felt even dirtier. The “pee” option caught me off guard; I thought it was a joke setting until I saw how detailed the animation was. Maybe too detailed. And the cake thing? I still don’t get it, but it sticks in your head like a smell you can’t wash off.

I guess what hits hardest is how the game doesn’t pretend to be anything noble. It’s pure control fantasy, ugly and honest. Sometimes she looks back at the camera and there’s this flicker - maybe shame, maybe pleasure - and I can’t tell which one turns me on more. The UI is garbage, but you end up forgetting about it, just lost in rhythm and skin and that awful metallic echo when she moans. I closed the tab, opened it again ten minutes later, and hated myself slightly less the second time.

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.

This thing looks like somebody mashed together a horny fan wiki and a half-finished JRPG they found on a dusty old hard drive, and honestly, that’s kind of why it works. You open it and boom, wall of familiar faces if you watched too much shounen back in school: blonde chicks, redheads, that stacked vice-captain with the tits that never obey gravity, a fake Nami that’s like 20% more slutty than the actual one, Sakura looking like she finally stopped screaming “Sasuke-kun” and just decided to fuck instead. It’s all “oh I know her” and then two seconds later you’re in a turn based fight trying not to lose because you were too horny to read what the skills do. The combat is very old-school: your turn, her turn, your turn, her turn, and in the middle of it you’re staring at her boobs and forget to heal. I legit lost the first battle because I kept clicking attack like a caveman and ignored the little star difficulty thing they literally put there for idiots like me.

The pacing is weird in a funny way. In the beginning they basically tell you “go bully the weak girls first” and yeah, that sounds fucked, but then you see how the harder ones just destroy you and you crawl back to the easy ones with your dick and your pride both shrinking. You win, you get a new CG, you run to the CG Room like you just got a Legendary drop in Genshin. The art goes from “ok, this looks like real hentai from those old Bleach doujins I pretended I didn’t read” to “did a drunk cousin trace this on a phone?” and I kinda like that inconsistency. One fight I was sweating bullets against this smug busty captain, planning out my turns, praying the next hit doesn’t crit, and the reward screen pops up with her ass out, panties to the side, pussy dripping, expression like she’s too proud to admit she liked losing. Next girl I unlock is drawn like a DeviantArt request from 2010 and I still jerked off to it. I’m not proud. Actually, ok, a little proud.

What surprised me is how much the game made me baby the weaker characters. At first I tried to jump straight to the famous ones, like “oh hey, that looks like that soul hunter fox girl, gimme that”, and the game slapped me around harder than any Dark Souls boss. So I sat there, grinding wins on the low-star girls, not because I love them, but because I needed their pics and the stats for my own ego. It’s funny, you think “hah, porn game, I’ll just mash click”, then ten minutes later you’re comparing skills like it’s some gacha meta post on Reddit. I kept switching from the game to my phone, opening Chrome to check Discord, then hopping back when I remembered “oh shit, I still had a move left”. One time I misclicked, wasted a turn, got absolutely wrecked, and stared at the “defeat” screen while already half-hard like, wow, I really just lost a hentai fight because my dumb thumb slipped. Also, whoever decided to put that tiny difficulty indicator that you only see if you actually hover like a normal human, I hate you and also thank you. The game never really explains stuff cleanly, it just assumes you’ll figure it out while your brain is busy looking at tits. And it kind of works, in a messy, horny, “I should be doing something else right now but fuck it” way.

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.