Moon looks like she walked out from some innocent Saturday morning show, but this thing grabs her and smears filth all over that soft, pastel vibe. She’s got that classic Pokemon-hero energy, bright eyes, sailor style, all “let’s go on an adventure,” and then suddenly the only adventure is how deep a huge black cock can disappear inside a tiny teen hole. It feels dirty in a way that’s half trashy porn, half weird fan letter. The scene is like a little shrine built for people who always wondered what was under that skirt while pretending to care about catching monsters. And yeah, the answer is: a tight pussy that doesn’t stay innocent for more than two clicks, and a butt that ends up being the real main character.

The way everything is laid out, your mouse turns into this greedy fingertip, always hunting for one more spot to press, one more reaction to pull out of her. Touch her here and she blushes, touch her there and suddenly you’re opening her legs, lining up that heavy shaft with her slit, watching her face turn from “oops” to “fuck me” in a couple of lazy frames. It pretends to give you choice, like pussy or ass is some deep moral moment, but honestly the game just keeps whispering “put it in her ass, you know you want to see that” until you do it. Once you slide into her butt, that’s when the whole thing clicks: she’s this tiny trainer trying to handle a final boss between her cheeks, and the way her body stretches around it is absurd and kind of funny and hot at the same time. I caught myself grinning like an idiot when the first thick thrust pushed her forward, like she almost wanted to crawl off the screen.

There’s this one small background thing that drove me crazy. You’re there, happily wrecking her, already thinking about how much cum you’ll paint her with at the end, and then you notice some little hidden surprise you can poke. Suddenly her chest starts swelling, soft little bumps turning into huge anime tits that look almost too big for her thin body, like two moons orbiting the girl called Moon. It’s stupid. It’s perfect. She’s got this dazed look, tiny waist, huge rack, ass already used up, and your cock still pulsing inside. When you finally hit that cumshot, it’s not just a lazy splash. It pours over her like you broke some internal dam: white streaks on her face, dripping down those new breasts, pooling in her navel, sticky lines across her thighs. It feels less like “rewarding” her and more like claiming the whole screen, turning this sweet Nintendo girl into a used hentai canvas. And if you’re like me, you sit there, cursor hovering, thinking “ok I’m done,” and then you click again, just to watch the animation one more time, because something about seeing that little trainer coated, stretched, and ruined is way more hypnotic than you want to admit.

This thing feels like someone grabbed your old Bleach folders from high school, spilled horny brain all over them, and forgot to clean it up. In a good way. Mostly. It throws you straight into a POV setup where you’re not swinging a sword, you’re poking at bodies. Literally. Matsumoto, Orihime, Yoruichi and this original girl Hannemu are all basically lined up as “boss fights”, except your weapon is the mouse and your goal is to break their composure instead of their HP. Once I realized the “battle” is really just you hunting for spots on their bodies that make the bar climb, it kinda clicked. It’s like a scuffed rhythm game for perverts where the beat is boobs and thighs instead of music. You poke, you drag, you misclick a hundred times on the wrong place, and then suddenly you hit something and her face changes and you go “oh, so that’s where you like it”. I lost more time on Yoruichi’s smug grin than I wanna admit.

The click reactions are the real hook here. Orihime flinches and blushes when you hit certain parts, Matsumoto goes from teasing to “okay this is serious now” with these slow changes in her expression that made me pause and just stare for a bit. There was this moment with Rangiku where I kept poking around her chest and nothing really big was happening, then I nudged a tiny spot slightly higher, and her eyes half closed, mouth opened just that little bit, and the bar jumped. Felt like discovering a cheat code. Yoruichi is exactly the kind of cocky catwoman you expect, except when you finally find her real weak point she drops the tough act so fast it almost feels unfair. I kept thinking “yeah sure, you’re a badass fighter” while her legs are shaking because I figured out that one cursed pixel on her inner thigh. Hannemu is a bit weird, in a good way, like the dev’s personal OC sneaked into a Bleach fan disc and refused to leave. She’s got this mix of shy and aggressive when you push her too far that made her scenes feel more intense than I expected. I kinda hated her at first and then suddenly she was my favorite, which is annoying because I didn’t plan that.

The gallery unlocks after you chase all the endings, and it’s exactly what you think: all the “you finally drove her over the edge” payoffs in a neat menu so you can stop pretending you’re still experimenting with weak spots and just, you know, enjoy. Some runs feel a bit like trial and error hell, especially if you’re the type who clicks like a maniac and doesn’t pay attention to the girls’ faces or little body twitches. The game sort of expects you to read them, not just spam-click boobs like a caveman. I still spam-clicked, I’m not a saint. Had that stupid moment where I was stuck on Orihime, bar almost full, nothing working, thought the game bugged out, went to check Twitter on my phone, came back, grazed her hip by accident and she just broke right there. Felt like the game was laughing at me. There’s something brutally simple about the whole thing, like a cheap browser toy, but the way they nail the little animations and that “am I going too far or not far enough?” feeling scratches a very specific itch. Especially if you ever had a thing for Yoruichi stepping on you in your head and now you’re the one making her squirm.

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.

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.