You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

You play as this sleazy “producer” who is basically one guy, a shitty studio room, a camera, and a line of girls from different anime worlds that, for some reason, all agree to audition for porn. It feels like some insane crossover fanfic that got drunk. One minute you’re trying not to stare directly at Mamako’s tits because they’re basically blocking the whole screen, next second you’re with Komi, who looks like she might die of embarrassment if you just say the word “blowjob” too loud. The whole thing is structured around these simple interview scenes where you click through dialogue, push the girl a bit, act like a fake professional, then end up balls deep anyway. It sounds boring written down, but the pacing is actually perfect for horny brain: short setup, a little teasing, then some proper filth. No huge open world, no fake “energy systems” like in those trash mobile gacha games, just “talk, push, fuck, repeat” and somehow it works.

The fun part for me is trying to squeeze out every single scene and pose like I’m doing a 100% run in some speedrun marathon. It’s not just “pick the top horny option and done”. Sometimes you pick the slightly nicer line, the girl opens up more later, and bam, suddenly you unlocked an extra position where she’s drooling on your cock and giving that full ahegao face that looks like her soul logged out of her body. With Wiz it’s hilarious, she starts all clumsy and shy, then when the scene actually starts she goes full-on eager throat destroyer, like some bug turned on and now she’s min-maxing your dick. Elma is pure food-obsessed dragon slut energy, half the interview is her talking about snacks, then the next frame you’re plowing her and her tits are bouncing all over, and you kind of forget what she was even saying. Albedo is exactly what you expect: super devoted, super horny, zero shame, calling you “master” in that smug way. And poor Sumi, she’s shy as hell, stuttering, but when you finally get her to wrap her lips around you, she’s shaking and trying her best, and it feels dirty in a very specific way, like you corrupted some mobile app moe mascot.

The sex itself is straightforward but it hits. You get the big asses, thick thighs, those ridiculous anime boobs that look like they broke physics, lots of focus on oral and riding, and plenty of facial expressions that scream “I can’t handle this monster cock but I also never want to stop.” There’s this moment with Mona where she’s half trying to stay composed, like she’s still the smug genius from her game, but the more you thrust, the more her eyes roll up and tongue slips out, and it’s just pure ahegao mess. The game doesn’t pretend to be classy. You’re here to watch famous waifus choke, moan, get filled, and say filthy lines while they’re getting their pussy pounded, and it delivers that in a very direct, unapologetic way. It feels like browsing random clips on Pornhub while also doing a weird little completionist challenge on the side, trying to see every variation, every angle, every time a girl goes from “no way” to “put it deeper, I want all of it” and you sit there like, yeah, this is exactly the kind of trash I signed up for.

Street brawls and horny brain rot in one place, that is basically this thing. You’re running around a city that feels like somebody mixed a fighting tournament with Pornhub search history, and then just said “yeah, that’s fine” and left it like that. One moment you’re throwing hands with Chun-Li, trying not to stare at her thighs for too long, next moment you’re balls deep in her, watching her go full ahegao while she still talks shit like she’s winning the match. It’s not subtle at all. Juri Han shows up and the whole vibe switches from “street justice” to “I might actually be her pet now and that’s okay”. She’ll stomp you, choke you a bit, that lazy evil grin on her face, then ride you until you forget what your health bar looked like. Half the time it feels less like a normal game and more like some bizarre therapy session where all your kinks get dragged out one by one and no one pretends to be innocent.

What got me hooked was how the fights never feel separate from the sex. You start a match thinking “ok, normal 1v1, let’s try some combos”, and fifteen clicks later you’re pinning Lucia Morgan against a wall in some alley, her uniform half-open, sweat and cum everywhere, the “victory” screen basically being her legs shaking while you give her a creampie. There is this one scene with Cammy where you lose on purpose, just to see what happens, and instead of a boring game over she flips you, takes control, rides your face and makes you cum with nothing but her feet. It’s that kind of game where you think you’re the tough male protagonist, then a woman like A.K.I. grinds her heel on your chest, poisons you, and uses you like a toy while you’re barely conscious, and your brain goes, “yeah ok, I guess I’m into that now”. And it doesn’t stop at quick fucks either, there is romance woven in, that weird tender moment after all the filth where someone like Manon or Lily Hawk leans in, kisses you slow, and talks about wanting your child, then later you see her tits swollen, pregnant, still ready to ride you again before the next fight. The game is messy, horny, animated in all the right ways, a mix of big asses, creampies, footjobs and domination, and sometimes you wish the story was less all over the place, but honestly that chaos kind of fits. It feels like scrolling through three different porn tabs and a fighting game wiki at the same time, except here it all somehow clicks together and leaves you way more drained than you planned to be.

You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.