You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.

You start as this broke professor dumped in a “summer retreat” full of girls who all look like they escaped from horny Instagram. Thick asses in tight shorts, tits barely staying in their tops, everything bouncing like crazy when they run around. At first it looks like a normal camp job: check schedules, organize activities, pretend to be responsible. Then the game hits you with the confidence thing. Suddenly every conversation feels like a small power trip. You pick a bolder line and the girl’s eyes change, she blushes, she leans closer, and you feel that little “oh shit, this works” moment. It feels dirty in a fun way, like you’re getting away with something you absolutely should not do at your workplace, ever.

The camp itself is not just a background. You actually run the place, or at least try. You juggle training sessions, events, money, upgrades, trying to keep things running while also chasing pussy like a complete degenerate. I was checking a budget screen while one of the girls is texting me in-game about “private yoga practice,” and I swear I forgot what I was supposed to improve in the camp because my brain went straight to imagining her bent over the mat. The game loves to tease you like that: you try to focus on numbers and schedules, it slips you a scene where a camper shows up in your office in a wet swimsuit, sits down with her legs open just a bit too wide, and asks for “extra help” with her confidence. It is not subtle. At all. Sometimes it feels almost too easy to push them from shy to slutty, but then again, it is porn, not a TED talk.

Sex scenes come in slow, like they actually build some mood first. You start with touching, a bit of flirting, some corrupt little choices, and next thing you know you’re balls deep in a girl with huge tits pressed against the desk while she tries not to scream because other campers are outside. A lot of the fun for me is how greedy the game lets you be. You grab one girl, then another, then suddenly there is a group of them basically orbiting you like you are the only dick in the whole world. You go from “sir, I’m nervous at this camp” to “please use my ass too” in a way that feels wrong in the best way. Sometimes the management parts slow me down when I only want to see someone with a massive ass getting railed, but then a short scene happens where two girls argue over who gets to stay in your room, and I forget to be annoyed and just lean back like, yeah, this is exactly the kind of trash I came for.

Guy’s just living his quiet, boring-as-hell routine, watching porn on his phone and pretending that’s a personality, and then Milly walks back into his life like some kind of walking nostalgia boner. She used to be the cute family friend who ran around in shorts and sc*** knees, now she shows up for university with curves that do not respect gravity and a top that absolutely is not dress-code friendly. The game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about it. Camera loves her chest, her thighs, the way she leans too close when she “can’t find her charger.” It’s that slow burn where you’re technically doing the good-guy thing, but your eyes are on everything except her textbook. Half the time you’re just sitting there on your phone, pretending to scroll while literally staring at her reflection in the screen like the little perv you are. And yes, the game knows you’re doing that. It leans into it hard.

What I really liked is how it keeps you stuck in that grey area between “off limits” and “she’s absolutely doing this on purpose.” She’ll bend over in those tight shorts to pick something up, then act surprised you looked. She pads around the house in a tank top without a bra, hops on the couch next to you, then gets fake-shy when your eyes drift. You get these little moments where she catches you peeking through a slightly open door while she’s changing, or you’re watching her through a mirror while she tries on a new outfit. It’s all animated, so there’s this extra bit of life in the way her body moves and jiggles when she sits down on the bed, or how she tugs at her too-small top like it’s the fabric’s fault her tits are big. The teasing is constant. You’re not just clicking through porn, it’s more like you’re trapped in a daily TikTok thirst trap, except she’s real inside the game and way too comfortable wandering around in tiny clothes. Played it on my phone on the bus once, instantly regretted it and also did not stop.

The best part, or the worst, depending how broken your brain is, is how slowly it escalates. You get those micro victories. A hug that lasts too long. Her asking if this outfit “isn’t too much” while clearly knowing exactly what it’s doing. A shower scene where you’re technically just “passing by” but the game holds the angle for one extra beat so you can watch the water run down her body. You’re not forced into heavy choices with giant pop-up menus or whatever, it’s more like you’re steering the vibe. Be patient and respectful, she opens up more. Push too much, she pulls back and goes all cold and you’re left staring at your screen like an idiot. There’s something hilarious about sitting there, phone in hand, arguing with a virtual girl for walking around half naked and then acting offended. But that’s the hook: the tension of living with her, wanting more, getting flash after flash of skin, that constant “almost” feeling. It’s all about watching, being watched, and pretending you’re not both into it when obviously you are.

Priscila looks like that kind of girl you see on some glossy cover in a supermarket, all sparkle and fake smiles, but here she’s stuck in this weird mix of glamour and trash where every “opportunity” has a hand on her ass. The whole thing plays out like a horny fashion documentary that got corrupted by Pornhub comments. You start with this almost innocent vibe, just a young model trying to climb up, basic shoots, awkward poses, her checking herself in the mirror and clearly not sure if she’s actually hot or just pretending. Then suddenly the camera is way too close, the guy behind it is breathing heavier than needed, and you realize the photoshoot is basically just an excuse to get her clothes off piece by piece while he keeps saying “more natural, more relaxed” and his fingers are absolutely not staying where they should.

What really hit me is how much they lean into that slow corruption thing. She doesn’t just wake up slutty. At first she’s flinching when the photographer’s hand lingers too long on her hip, pulling away when the makeup artist “fixes” her bra and clearly grabs a full feel. But she still stands there. She needs the job, right? They use that constantly. You get these small scenes where she’s alone, phone in hand, scrolling through Insta, looking at other models who already sold their soul, and you can tell she’s thinking “maybe I should just do it too.” When she starts touching herself in the shower after a rough day, it’s not some big porn climax, more like frustrated, confused, kinda angry masturbation. She keeps replaying those groping moments in her head and hates that they turn her on. That part felt way too real. Also, side note, whoever picked the soundtrack has good taste. There’s this one track that has little chip-style arps hiding under a heavy beat, like a retro game trying to breathe under a pile of lube. I left that loop running in the background while I was answering emails in Gmail, not even touching the game, just vibing. Then went back, and she was busy on her knees making the “director’s cut” of her contract real.

The director is the worst and also the most fun to watch. Classic “I’ll make you a star” creep, surrounded by assistants who pretend they don’t see anything. He never comes out and says “suck me or you’re fired”, it’s more like “we can do something more… intimate for the next role” while his hand slides over her thigh and she half pulls away, half freezes. At some point he gets her into this “private audition” where he keeps the camera rolling while he pushes her into a blowjob, and the game really lingers on her hesitation. Mouth opens a bit, she closes it, looks up, cheeks already red, his hand pressing the back of her head just enough to show there’s no real choice. Later on, when she’s already more broken in, you get a completely different vibe: same room, now she’s the one unzipping his pants, almost annoyed if he tries to talk about the “art” of it. That flip from scared girl to “whatever, just cum so we can shoot the next scene” is nasty in a good way. And it doesn’t stop at one-on-one stuff either. There’s a group session with multiple guys from the agency, “celebrating” her new campaign, glasses of champagne and a couch that definitely wasn’t bought for sitting. Watching her go from uncomfortable in the middle of the circle to riding one cock while another guy uses her mouth, all while some jealous female model pretends to fix the lighting and ends up grabbing her tits from behind, is the kind of sleazy cinema that makes you feel slightly dirty opening Reddit afterwards. The animations themselves are sometimes stiff as hell and then suddenly you get this perfect little loop of her fingers working her clit in the dressing room while she’s listening to the director’s voice messages and biting her lip, and you forget to care that her hair clips keep clipping through her head. It’s messy, horny, a bit cruel, and for some reason the way her stockings sit slightly uneven in one scene annoyed me and I kept staring at it more than at the actual sex, but anyway.