Hilbert is supposed to be this big hero who finished his whole pokemon journey, right? Instead you meet him when his life is kind of fucked. Car crash, dreams shattered, and his Hypno just vanishes into thin air like it got bored of being a good little partner and went hunting for trouble. That alone already sets the mood: this world is not the safe PG region you remember from your childhood. Nuvema Town is now basically a legal sandbox for human and pokemon “free relationships”, and yeah, that means exactly what you think it means. You come back home and the place feels familiar and totally wrong at the same time, like returning to your old school and finding out it turned into a sex club with a research budget. The game sells that feeling hard. You walk through this chill little coastal town, talk to Serena or Gloria or whoever you bump into, and every conversation is half normal, half “wait, did she just casually mention fucking a Gardevoir like it’s normal brunch topic?”

The fun part is how the game drip feeds this. It doesn’t start with some giant orgy scene. Instead you get those moments where Nurse Joy looks a bit too happy when you mention Hypno, or Fennel is suddenly very interested in your “brainwave reactions” and asks if you can help her test something in her lab, just the two of you, lights low, machines humming. There is a scene with Juniper that really stuck in my head: she starts all professional, lab coat and serious talk, then it slowly slides into this weird mix of scientific curiosity and raw hunger. She talks about “inter-species bonding” while leaning over the desk so her big tits are almost spilling out, and you’re half listening, half thinking “is she going to ask me to help her with data or just bend me over the fucking chair?” And the game kind of refuses to separate those two. That’s the vibe all over. You’re not just clicking through porn; you’re wandering around a town where the line between research, romance and straight-up hentai bullshit is gone, burned, buried, and Hypno probably jerked off on the ashes.

Not everything hits perfectly, which is funny because the game doesn’t pretend to be polished. Some dialogues feel like the writer was horny, distracted, then came back and forgot what tone they started with. One moment you’re getting this heavy emotional talk about how Hilbert’s future was destroyed in the crash, next moment Mallow is just tossing horny jokes about “juicy berries” and you’re thrown into a scene where Tsareena is acting like a dominatrix with vines and legs for days. There is this small thing that annoyed me: the way fonts resize on mobile sometimes when a text box pops up in the middle of a hot moment, like you’re about to nut and suddenly boom, text overlap, because yes, this is a mobile game and your thumb is in the way. I swear it happened right when Officer Jenny started talking about her “special inspection procedure” and I had to move the dialogue box a bit and it killed the rhythm. Still, the animated bits make up for it, especially when Hypno’s influence starts to show in people’s eyes and bodies, and scenes with Delia, Hilda, or a smug Serena go from teasing to full-on, explicit “this is pokeporn and we’re not pretending otherwise”. Then out of nowhere the game throws in some gay tension with Cheren or Hilbert’s reactions to certain guys, like it’s poking you to see what you’ll pick. It all feels messy, horny, experimental, like someone mashed a dating simulation with a corrupted nostalgia trip and said, fine, let Hypno run wild, let Nuvema Town drown in research and cum and nobody is going to stop it.

Powerful demon lord trapped in a scrawny school boy body sounds almost like one of my old stage acts, just with less glitter and more tentacles. You start weak, in this very normal school corridor with shitty lockers and ugly tiles, and inside his head there is this arrogant, horny monster screaming about domination and corruption. I kind of love that contrast. On the outside you look like some skinny student that teachers ignore, inside you remember when whole kingdoms crawled to lick your feet. Then you realize here only girls can use magic, so you walk around surrounded by smug witches in skirts, and you are the only guy whose hands tingle with real power. This made me imagine a routine where I walk into the club in a boring uniform, then slowly peel it off and under it is all leather horns and chains, and the crowd only realizes halfway through what kind of creature they called on stage.

First big surprise for me was how much of the fun comes from watching. Not even touching. There is a scene early where you peek into a room and see a “proper” girl using her magic to practice, and the camera just lingers on her hands, the shine on her lips while she bites them, the way her huge tits bounce when she miscasts. It is like the game knows half the thrill is in that slow teasing. They let you breathe the corruption before you spread it. Then later you get your first taste of control, a tiny little mind nudge, and she goes from shy schoolgirl to moaning mess giving a sloppy blowjob in some storage room that smells like cleaning liquid. I swear I could smell the dust in there. That mix of dirty fantasy and stupid everyday detail made me laugh. Then I got annoyed because the mop bucket in the corner is weirdly high quality and shiny while her hair animation clips into her shoulder like crazy. Why they polish a bucket more than a milf’s hair, I will never understand, but my brain would not let it go.

The whole “only women use magic” thing slowly turns into your personal fetish buffet. Teacher with massive ass using spells to keep boys obedient, except you feel the spell hit you and you push back, twist it, and suddenly her eyes glaze and she is pressing you against the chalkboard, grinding that big ass like she wants to erase the homework with your cock. There is a milf at home too, very soft at first, that classic warm hug, and then you start using your power during sleep, slipping fingers under her clothes, pulling her top up just enough. The game really likes that sleep undressing stuff, clothes sliding off in slow motion, thin fabric catching on nipples. At some point I was less “demon lord of lust” and more creepy stagehand sneaking around between scenes, but then you get into full corruption gear, multiple holes filled by invisible demonic tentacles while you sit there smiling like a polite schoolboy, and it hits again: oh yeah, I am supposed to be a fucking monster. Foot jobs, hand jobs, saliva running over your shaft while you stand over a kneeling elf girl, transformation spells that twist a shy nerd girl into a thick-assed monster girl with claws who still calls you “master” and makes you lick her feet after she drained you twice. The free roaming is a bit messy, you wander, you click, sometimes nothing happens for too long, but when a scene finally triggers and you watch a proud magical girl slowly lose herself, begging for your cum, I caught myself planning how I’d mimic that on stage, hands on the pole, back arched, pretending some invisible demon is puppeting my hips. And then the next moment I’m just grumbling because the text box is covering her face right when she is about to swallow. Priorities.

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.