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.

There’s something weirdly hypnotic about this one. Maybe it’s the way the story pretends to care about training or discipline, but every scene just turns into a slow slide into something filthier than the last. The girls act like they’re trying to impress you, but half the time it feels like they’re daring you to lose control. Hinata’s quiet voice hits harder than it should, like she’s whispering something she’s not supposed to say. And Ino - god, she’s written like she knows she’s in a parody and is just rolling with it. I kept expecting the game to break the fourth wall, but it never does, it just stares back at you like, “Yeah, you’re still here, huh?”

The mobile version runs smoother than I thought, though the sound loops are a bit off - someone really needs to fix that moan that cuts mid-breath, it’s driving me nuts. Not in the good way. The scenes with Tsunade are ridiculous, like they were designed by someone who’s never seen gravity in action, but that’s kind of the charm. There’s a moment with Mei that almost feels tender, until the dialogue reminds you this is a slave trainer fantasy and tenderness doesn’t belong here. I liked that contradiction, actually. It’s filthy and fake and still manages to hit something real for a second before yanking it away.

I wish they’d done more with the Scooby-Doo crossover joke; it shows up once, then disappears like it was embarrassed to be there. Also, why does every character blink at different speeds? It’s unsettling. But when the camera lingers on Sarada’s smirk, you forget everything else. The writing slips between awkward and accidentally poetic, like a drunk confession. And even though I’d never admit it out loud, I caught myself replaying the Hinata route just to hear her break that one line again - it’s wrong, and it’s perfect.

A horny Martian crashing on Earth to flirt with half the Overwatch roster should not work this well, but it kind of does, in a trashy cocktail way. You play this very unapologetic male traveler who drops into a sci‑fi parody world that looks like someone’s Overwatch folder and Pornhub search history had a child, and that child learned sarcasm from Twitter. The tone is playful and stupid in a good way: the writing knows exactly what it is, a dating sim where you romance heroes you’ve already masturbated to, just now with more jokes and actual routes. One scene with D.Va had me pause my Spotify because I wanted to hear the little voice lines and teasing properly. She talks to you like a cocky streamer who knows she has you on a leash, then flips into surprisingly soft mode after you pick the right dialogue. It feels less like “here is sex scene number 1” and more like you bullied your way through her chat and somehow ended up in her bed. Completely unrealistic, but who cares.

What I liked most is how the game treats the girls as characters before it turns them into porn poses, even if the porn is absolutely the point. Mercy does this fake professional thing at first, like she is about to scold you for existing, and then just melts when you push the romance options hard enough. There is one moment where she is explaining something very medical and important, and the camera is slowly sliding lower, like your brain does when someone with big tits starts talking about “vital signs”. Pharah is the opposite energy, more stoic but also low key the biggest perv once you hit the right trigger, and the scene with her using a toy on you while keeping that soldier attitude was honestly my favorite, because it’s both funny and hot. Mei’s route feels a bit lighter and more comedic, with a lot of humor around her body and that big ass, like the artist really, really loves drawing her thighs almost more than the actual sex. Almost. The 2D art is messy in places, but in a good way, like horny sketchbook energy; some angles are awkward, then you get one frame of Ana giving a handjob with this tired MILF gaze and it looks like a painting you’d hide in a secret folder on your Google Drive. The mobile version feels natural too, tapping through choices one‑handed while the other hand is busy, and the pacing of oral to vaginal to toy play actually respects that rhythm. I wish one UI button was placed a bit higher, it keeps making me misclick during a climax scene with Juno, and it annoys the hell out of me every single time, but then I get distracted because Iggy shows up with this smug grin and the game throws another joke in your face. It’s dirty, kind of stupid, sometimes romantic in a clumsy way, and it looks like it was made by someone who really loves these characters, not just their boobs, even if the boobs are absolutely the main camera target.

You’re this freshly graduated hero kid at U.A., but it doesn’t feel like shiny heroic future at all. It feels like hanging backstage in a strip club dressing room, still in costume, still sweating glitter, but the show’s over and now all the real shit happens. Principal gives you this “secret mission” and smiles like a manager who knows damn well you’re going to break every rule he just pretended to explain. Your quirk is stupid strong, perfect for fighting villains… or for peeking, teasing, touching where you really, absolutely, totally shouldn’t.

The whole thing plays like a messy dating sim and a sandbox had a baby with a horny fanfic. One moment you’re walking around the school corridors, same old U.A. uniforms and doors and boring hero talk. Next thing, you’re alone on a training field with Ochaco, she’s stretching, her shirt riding up, and the camera just loves her tits and that ass. She’s talking about becoming a pro hero, and in my head I’m already planning a burlesque routine: pink lights, zero gravity pasties, her floating slowly out of her clothes while the crowd loses its mind. The game lets you be polite and romantic, or you just… lean in, test the waters, “accidentally” brush against her curves and see how far your quirk and a bit of groping can go before she blushes or snaps.

Then there’s Jiro, and I swear I misremembered her name twice while playing, I kept calling her “Kyomi” in my notes. She’s this cool, low-key girl, headphones, attitude, but the way the scenes are drawn, you can’t miss how soft she looks under the punk vibe. I had this idea in my head of a slow striptease to bass-heavy rock, her jack plugs trailing down like suspenders, but the game goes instead for something more intimate. Tiny room, lights low, her teasing you with that deadpan sarcasm while your hands travel way too far under her clothes. It’s not subtle. Nothing here is subtle. And still, sometimes the pacing drags, like when you’re trying to find the right place to click in the sandbox and you just want to skip straight to Midnight bending over a desk in that skin-tight latex, giving “teacher-student conference” a whole different meaning. I swear I spent longer looking for one dialogue trigger than I ever spent rehearsing a fan dance.

Mirko is a whole different beast. Literally. I see her and my brain goes “this is not a hero, this is a headliner in a rabbit-themed cabaret.” Those muscles, those thighs, those ears, that attitude. In my routine version she’d stomp on stage, grab a chair, sit on it backwards and grind on it like it owed her rent. In the game, when you finally get a private moment with her, the vibe is wild and physical. She teases you, calls you out, gets in your face. You try to keep it romantic and the script almost lets you… then the art just zooms straight into her big tits and tight ass and suddenly romance is wrestling. I loved it and still kinda hated how fast things escalated, but anyway. Rumi doesn’t do half-measures.

The voyeurism angle sneaks up on you. First it’s “oops, you walked past the changing room at the wrong time”, then later you’re lingering on windows, peeping at shower steam and silhouettes, heartbeat racing like you’re doing something very illegal. And you are, to be honest. Some scenes feel like you’re the pervy stagehand watching from behind the curtains while the girls change costumes, not knowing you’re there. As a dancer, I got this weird guilty thrill, because it really captures that feeling of eyes on skin, of power in being looked at… even if here the player is the one stealing the look. There is romance, cute moments, walking through the school talking about futures and dreams, and somehow five minutes later your hands are full of big tits or you’re pressing some flustered, wide-eyed girl against the wall and whispering what you want to do to her.

The art is pure 2D fan-fantasy, not “professional anime studio” level but dirty enough to feel fun. Sometimes a pose looks a little off and I laughed, then two clicks later I’m staring at Mirko’s sweaty abs like I never saw abs before. The game lets you flirt, grope, push your luck, and your quirk becomes this excuse for every bad thought you ever had while watching the show. Is it refined? No. Parts feel awkward, some dialogues made me roll my eyes, and I still don’t know why one scene with Kendo broke on me and sent me back to the hallway like I’d been kicked out of the club for touching the dancer. But then I see Midnight leaning over, breasts about to spill, playful smile promising trouble, and suddenly I forgive a lot. Not everything. But a lot.