Everything in this game feels like it started as a joke in a Discord call and then somehow turned into a full porn project. You’re this laid back dude who clearly does not deserve the women around him, wandering around a new city pretending you have a plan, while your fired corporate-queen girlfriend Mia is actually doing the real work. Officially you’re “building a business”. In practice you’re stumbling into horny situations with every insane woman that gets within arm’s reach and hoping it counts as networking. It’s like LinkedIn if LinkedIn involved a lot more spit on dicks and girls grinding on office chairs.

The whole thing leans hard into humor that’s actually funny, not that try-hard meme garbage. The MC keeps throwing stupid lines, and half the time the girls roast him so hard you almost feel bad. Mia teases you like it’s a full-time job, switches from soft caring girlfriend to “I own your dick” boss energy in one click, then pretends it never happened and asks if you’ve answered your emails. One moment she’s talking budgets, next she’s on her knees under the desk, choking a little while she tries to keep eye contact, and you’re mashing options trying not to nut too early because the animation actually sells it. The 3D scenes are pretty detailed, with a lot of focus on mouths, tongue, lips sliding over shaft, all that wet movement that makes a blowjob scene feel alive instead of just puppet-mouth on loop. They even throw in teasing stuff like slow handjobs and that infuriating “she licks the tip and stops” thing, just long enough to make you want to punch your mouse.

It’s not just one girl either. Once Jade shows up, everything goes chaotic. She’s that eyeliner demon that drinks too much and flirts like it’s a knife fight. She’ll grab your crotch in the middle of a serious talk, laugh in your face, then dare you to keep up. There’s a scene where she’s pressed against you in a cramped corner, moaning into your neck while she palms your shaft through the clothes, and Mia walks in, and instead of the usual drama, it turns into this messed up, half-jealous, half-turned-on vibe. Then later you catch Jade with another girl, hands between soft thighs, slow lazy lesbian play that is more about staring and smirking than going straight to scissoring. Lots of groping, fingers teasing over nipples, kissing, one girl grinding on the other’s thigh while you watch like an idiot. Group stuff creeps in naturally, like “oh this business meeting really did just become three mouths and a very busy dick”. Tits get a lot of attention too, with proper titfuck angles where you see your shaft disappear between slick, squeezed breasts and a tongue slipping out to catch the tip. And somewhere in between all the cumshots and quick office hookups, the game pretends you’re making real choices about “partnerships” and “strategy”, which is adorable, because everyone knows you’re just clicking through emails until the next time someone lets you lick them open on the couch.

Shawn’s story feels like watching that nerdy guy from the phone shop finally snap and decide “ok, I want pussy and romance, not just anime and cable management.” You start as this awkward clerk who spends more time staring at big asses and big tits than actually selling shit, and slowly you figure out how to turn all that hopelessness into actual dates, groping, and a messy harem situation if you want. It’s a point and click thing, mostly, but wrapped like a mobile game where you’re always checking stats, schedules, moods, messages, and thinking “ok, who do I text for a blowjob tonight and who do I take to the park so she doesn’t hate me.” It feels a bit like Tinder combined with doing chores. Sexy chores with footjobs and titfucks at the end if you play it right.

The three main women all poke at you in different ways. Palla is this lazy moocher roommate who walks around the apartment half dressed, constantly teasing, like she knows exactly how hard your dick is when she bends over the couch. First time I got to grope her “by accident,” in the kitchen, I actually had to put the phone down for a second. She complains, pretends to be offended, but you see the romance flags going up and suddenly you’re on the bed with her giving you oral, and you’re like, yeah ok, that escalated fast. Audrey is the one who roasts you non-stop, the kind of girl that calls you a nerd in public, then lets you finger her in the cinema if you picked the right dialogue two days before. I had one scene where I messed up a choice and she just walked away, no sex, nothing, and I had to grind work again like a clown just to afford a stupid gift to fix things. Amy is even worse. Co-worker who treats you like trash, and when you finally flip the script, you can go sweet romance or full scumbag. My first run I tried to be nice, gave her presents, asked her out to cute dating spots. Second run I just went horny goblin and rushed for a bathroom blowjob at the store. Both paths feel wrong and fun in different ways.

The sandbox structure is where shit gets interesting and also a bit annoying. You wander around different locations, click stuff, run into random events, try to keep everyone happy without blowing your cover. One day you’re having tender vaginal sex with one girl on a date after building up affection, the next day you accidentally line up a booty call with another and suddenly your whole “faithful guy” image is dead. I liked how you can be a sweet romantic nerd who sends flirty texts and brings flowers, or a manipulative seducer stacking a harem where everyone is sharing your dick, or at least pretending not to care. Sometimes it feels like you’re juggling too much. Money, clothes, phones, schedules, affection, lust, jealousy. I got lost once just trying to remember who liked which gift on which day, cursed at the screen, then kept going anyway because I wanted to see that one scene where she sits on your face after a long teasing build-up. That’s the thing here. You end up doing little boring actions for the chance of a hot event where you get a footjob on the couch, or she wraps her massive tits around your shaft and you forget all the min-maxing for a minute. It’s messy, horny, sometimes romantic, sometimes just straight up scummy, and it feels exactly like a nerd’s brain trying to manage porn fantasies and actual relationships at the same time.

First thing that hit me with this one was how casual it feels, like some horny side project that got out of hand in the best way. You drop into this Dragon Ball world as some dude yanked from another reality, and instead of saving planets you’re mostly trying to not get crushed between curves and power levels. It’s very “yeah yeah, plot, now let’s see what Android 18 looks like when you push her patience too far”. And it works. The 3D girls have that Koikatsu flavor, kind of doll-like but expressive enough that when Videl rolls her eyes at you, you actually feel like you earned that disrespect. Then three clicks later she’s on your lap talking way sweeter than she should, like your choices actually mattered even when they kind of didn’t. I kept clicking through scenes on autopilot and suddenly realized I’m min-maxing affection points like it’s some horny JRPG, while chilled music in the background makes it feel way more wholesome than it actually is. The soundtrack is funny in a good way, it’s lo-fi chill beats that sound like something from a 24/7 YouTube study playlist, playing over a blowjob scene. My brain was confused but also very okay with it.

The game is still rough though, and honestly that’s part of the charm. Some menus feel like they were slapped together in Ren’Py at 3 in the morning, buttons in weird places, a log that you forget exists, auto mode that goes too fast that one time and you never tweak it again. You move from Bulma teasing you in the lab, straight into Chi-Chi scolding you like a strict mom and then suddenly it’s full-on sexual and you’re like “okay, that escalated fast, but fine”. Sometimes the pacing is all over the place: one route with Android 21 takes its time, lots of flirting and little touches, and then in another scene with Android 17 it’s like he barely gives you space to breathe before you’re dragged into something you absolutely shouldn’t be enjoying, but you are. I had one moment where Videl is talking all serious about your isekai situation, and in the background the chill track is looping this same snare hit that sounds weirdly off-beat. It drove me insane. I kept thinking about that tiny sound instead of her boobs, which feels like a crime for an adult game. I never fixed it, just kept playing with this small annoyance poking my ear like a mosquito. Still, there’s this one route with 18 where she starts out cold as ice, you pick the slightly smug answers, push her just enough, and by the time she’s grinding on you while pretending she’s still in control, the lo-fi track swirling gently in the back, it all clicks. Messy, horny, kind of stupid in spots, but it scratches that “I shouldn’t enjoy fucking up the Dragon Ball canon this much” itch perfectly.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.