There’s something weird about how this one feels - the way it takes the whole Ben 10 universe and just throws shame out the window. You play as Albedo pretending to be Ben, which already sets the tone: lying, manipulating, and then somehow turning all that twisted energy into desire. The training part doesn’t even feel like “training,” not in the academic sense. It’s more like emotional blackmail mixed with light teasing until Gwen starts giving you that look that says she knows exactly what’s happening but pretends she doesn’t. Then there’s Charmcaster, who might actually be the only one having fun, because her lines feel improvised, almost too human - like she knows this is a parody and wants to out-parody it. The combat moments interrupt everything, yet somehow make it hotter? I don’t even know why. Turn-based fighting shouldn’t feel erotic, but the tension between attacks does something unusual when paired with the dialogue.

What threw me off was Julie - she arrives later than expected, acts innocent, then immediately flips the tone with these ridiculously detailed animations that linger longer than they should. There’s a sleep scene that made me pause for a bit, not out of guilt but because it’s so quiet, like the game itself is holding its breath. You can mess up interactions too, which I did on purpose the second time, just to see if Gwen would still act smug after losing trust points. She didn’t. She broke character completely, started being sweet. It was confusing and kind of perfect. Also, whoever wrote the Rook sequences either hates men in uniform or secretly loves them too much - it’s hard to tell.

I wish the sound effects weren’t so clean; they’re too precise, like digital slaps trying to mimic skin. Still, it’s absurdly addictive, the way every lewd moment doubles as a power fantasy. I kept switching between saving the world and ruining it because both options felt right. Maybe that’s the point, or maybe the devs just forgot to pick a tone. Doesn’t matter. I’ll keep opening it “just to test something.” Always end up back at the same scene anyway.

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.

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.

You wake up broke, horny, and with a brain like a wiped phone, and somehow that’s the perfect résumé for the sleaziest nightclub this city has. The game dumps you into that mess without long bullshit intro, just this guy who remembers nothing, needs money fast, and ends up in a place where the animatronic “mascots” look like they escaped from a horny FNAF fanart subreddit. You’re not chasing jumpscares, you’re chasing tips, orgasms, and any hint of who you were before all this, while trying not to get eaten alive by girls who have way too much ass and way too little shame. The whole thing feels like someone mashed a scuffed RPG with late‑night horny brain, then added a “what if Freddy’s but everyone wants to fuck you” filter.

It plays out like this weird sandbox where you clock in at the club, wander around, mess with the girls, take small jobs, and decide how far your dignity goes. Sometimes you’re in this quiet scene, just talking and teasing, stuff like one of the furry animatronic girls leaning over you with a fake innocent smile, brushing your crotch with her tail while pretending it’s an accident. Then suddenly you’re getting a titfuck behind the stage curtains because you picked the “wrong” dialog option and apparently she liked that. The lesbian tension between some of the girls is great too, there’s this moment where you walk in on two of them fooling around with a toy, one of them with full ahegao face, tongue out, completely gone, and you can either just watch like a creep from the shadows or get pulled into the mess. It’s not just “click sex scene, fap, next”. Sometimes you’re stuck doing boring little tasks for cash, like cleaning up the booth while your boss keeps hinting she knows more about your past than she should, and you’re just sitting there thinking “yeah yeah, but can I get back to the blowjob scene with the bunny girl or what”. And then when it finally hits, it’s intense: sloppy oral, handjobs where they jerk you just a bit too slow on purpose to tease you, vaginal sex on the couch with her huge tits bouncing in your face while she keeps whispering you look familiar, which is kind of hot and creepy at the same time.

The tone is all over the place, in a good way and also not. One moment it’s goofy parody of FNAF, with horny versions of familiar characters making fun of the whole “security guard survives the night” thing, next moment it’s an actual story about a guy trying to figure out why his body remembers how to fuck like a champ but his head is just static. There’s this scene where you’re checking cameras in a cheap knockoff security room, expecting a jumpscare, and instead you catch one of the animatronic girls on screen slowly sliding a sex toy into herself, staring dead into the camera like she knows you’re watching. It’s hot, sure, but also makes you feel like she’s the one playing you. The mobile side is decent too, it runs on phone while you’re half‑scrolling Telegram, half getting a handjob in‑game, which feels wrong in a very good way. Some stuff is janky, like text sometimes sounds like it was translated twice through Google, menus feel a bit clunky, and scenes can be uneven. You get this amazing teasing build‑up with big tits in your face, tongue play, grinding, then next route is just “hey, wanna fuck?” and boom, straight to penetration. But even when it stumbles, it has this unpolished charm, like watching a horny indie dev pour all his kinks into one place and not even pretending to be classy. It’s messy, it’s lewd, it’s weirdly cozy, and by the time the animatronic fox is riding you on a table in the closed club while moaning your name like she’s known you forever, you kind of forget you were supposed to care about the missing memories at all.