This one feels like opening some shady folder on an old hard drive you’re not supposed to touch, then just sinking into it anyway. It’s not a “game” in the usual sense, more like a sequence of extreme hentai scenes stitched together with the energy of someone who really doesn’t care about being nice or romantic. You’re dropped right into this filthy gallery of Yoshino Momiji style art, and the first thing that hits you is that beast man and the girl on the floor. No warm-up, no flirting, nothing soft. He’s on her like she’s a toy, heavy body pinning her down while she’s sprawled on that cold ground, and her face is this weird mix of fear and forced arousal. When he grabs her head and aims that messy cumshot straight on her face, it’s not gentle at all, more like he’s using her as a cum rag. I actually had to stop scrolling for a second there, and then I scrolled again because of course I did. The whole tone is that kind of non-consent fantasy where she’s clearly not in control, and the art really leans into it, with all the liquids and twisted body poses that only exist in hentai logic.
After that, the mood pretends to calm down but it doesn’t, it just changes flavor. The old guy showing up feels at first like maybe he will “save” her, but yeah, no, he just drags her home and turns the whole house into his private torture porn set. There’s this one image where she’s bent over something that looks like a cheap couch, her ass lifted, and his wrinkled hands are digging into her hips while he rams her from behind. You can almost smell the sweat and cigarettes. Her eyes are glossy, mouth open like she’s begging and choking at the same time, and the artist really likes to show her getting filled from both ends, even if it’s just implied off-screen. Then the dog scene hits out of nowhere, like the timeline just says “fuck it, let’s go full bestiality now” and tosses a horny dog on top of a naked girl on the floor. It’s rough, animal-style in the literal way, paws on her back, knot pressing at her entrance, drool and cum everywhere, and she’s clinging to the ground like the only stable thing in her life is this dirty floor. I kinda wish they spent more frames on the build-up there instead of jumping directly from “oh, a dog” to “ok, the dog is balls-deep,” but whatever, the shock value is clearly the point. And then, as if the dev thought “hmm, not enough old dick yet,” we land in the final cluster of images, with two gross, dirty old dudes tag-teaming a pretty teen girl. She’s small, soft skin, that typical hentai teen body, trapped between sagging bellies and veiny cocks. One guy is stuffing her throat, the other is buried in her ass or pussy, positions switch, her tears mix with spit, and the cumshots just keep painting her like she’s some broken little whore built to be used from every angle. It’s honestly disgusting, and hot, and a bit too much, and somehow not enough at the same time.
It’s the kind of gallery that makes you feel like you need to clear your browser history and then go back to the same URL again. There’s no silly story, no moral lesson, just raw abuse, *** vibes everywhere, animals, monsters, old men, and a teen girl who never gets a break. The art style is tight and expressive, faces and holes get all the attention, but some backgrounds feel like the artist gave up halfway through, and that actually fits the mood because you’re not here to admire furniture. I had some stupid YouTube playlist running in another tab, and the contrast between chill lo-fi beats and this absolute depravity on screen was wild, like watching a war crime with elevator music. At one point I caught myself zooming in on a single frame where the beast man is holding her jaw open so his cum drips down her tongue, and I thought, “yeah, this is the exact moment my soul left my body.” Then I scrolled again, obviously. Nothing here is romantic, nothing is soft, it’s all about turning pretty girls into objects for monsters, dogs, and crusty old perverts, and if that sentence already made your cock twitch, you kinda know what you’re signing up for.