Imagine opening a game and it’s just you, a half-busted “multiverse travel” console, and a brothel that somehow has the paperwork to import girls from basically every anime you’ve ever jerked off to. No big story lecture, no long intro, it kind of throws you in and lets you figure out how horny you actually are. One moment you’re flirting with a shy half-elf swordswoman that looks suspiciously like she walked out of a certain MMO show, next moment you’re getting bullied in a good way by that smug tanned gremlin type who calls you out for being a perv while sitting in your lap. The tone jumps around a lot: one girl acts like a sweet vanilla waifu, offering gentle dates and handholding and kissing under fake neon stars, and then you switch room and the next one is a sadistic bossy heroine from a battle series who wants to see you squirm, edge you, make you beg. It feels like opening too many tabs on nhentai and just pressing random, but somehow with a dating sim structure trying to hold it together. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it’s chaos. Honestly that’s part of the charm.

The “brothel” part is serious. You’re not just collecting waifus like a clean gacha, you’re negotiating what you want, how filthy you want it, how far the scene should go. One route I did started super wholesome: shared bath, small talk about her original world, she’s embarrassed you’re staring at her tits, all that classic anime blushing. Then like three dialog choices later I’ve got her riding me on some weird magical device that looks like a cross between a sci fi chair and a torture rack, moaning loud enough the receptionist complains. Another girl, the big titty demon type, actually invites you to use the “teleport” to visit her original universe, which is just an excuse for fucking in crazy places: back room of a guild hall, on a flying beast, behind a castle during a battle where people are literally dying in the distance and you’re too busy pulling her hair. There’s romantic stuff too, slow dates in fake city streets, sharing drinks, teasing handjobs under the table, but the game clearly prefers when it gets nasty: spit, messy blowjobs, tits bouncing out of ripped outfits that fans will recognize in half a second, stocking jobs, being sat on by thick thighs until your vision goes white. It even lets you act like a total degenerate and request specific fetishes from a menu like you’re ordering delivery, and sometimes the girl reacts in-character which is way hotter than it has any right to be. It’s rough around the edges, UI clicks weird, some scenes feel like they were written at different times by different horny people, but in the end you’re still there, dick in hand, flirting with a smug multiverse receptionist and trying to decide if tonight is for a clingy magical idol, a crazy yandere-type redhead, or that stoic swordswoman who pretends she doesn’t want it while her body’s shaking against you.

Man, this MHA dating sim is like finding a twenty dollar bill in your old jeans pocket - unexpectedly good but kinda wrinkled around the edges. The Koikatsu engine does most of the heavy lifting here, and honestly? It works better than it has any right to. You're basically living out every weeb's fantasy of hooking up with the Class 1-A girls, plus some pro heroes who definitely shouldn't be giving you the time of day but here we are.

The character roster is honestly impressive - we got Ochako being all cute and bubbly, Momo with that rich girl energy that somehow makes the paizuri scenes hit different, and don't even get me started on Mirko because that rabbit hero will absolutely wreck you in the best possible way. Mt Lady's scenes are chef's kiss, especially when she's in that cheerleader outfit that makes zero sense contextually but who cares. The dialogue tries to stay true to the characters which is... ambitious, I'll give them that. Sometimes Tsuyu sounds exactly like herself, other times she's spouting lines that would make Mineta blush. It's inconsistent but when it works, it really works.

Look, the gameplay loop is pretty standard dating sim stuff - talk to girls, pick dialogue options, unlock increasingly spicy scenes. Nothing groundbreaking there. But the variety of positions and scenarios keeps things interesting. The footjob scene with Jiro had me questioning my life choices in the best way, and the lesbian content with Toga and Uraraka is surprisingly well animated. Sure, some of the English translation reads like it went through Google Translate twice, and occasionally the girls' personalities do complete 180s between scenes, but when you're balls deep in a threesome with Mina and Hagakure (invisible girl jokes write themselves), you're not exactly critiquing the narrative consistency. The visual novel elements feel tacked on but whatever, we're not here for Shakespeare.

I swear this game messed with my head more than any so-called “psychological” visual novel ever did. You wake up rich, spoiled, surrounded by girls who look like they stepped straight out of some fever-dream crossover - like, imagine Asuka Langley arguing with Hinata about who gets to sit closer to you at breakfast, and then Merlin just casually walks in wearing nothing but a towel that doesn’t even try to do its job. It’s ridiculous, yet there’s something weirdly believable about it. Maybe because the dream logic fits too well: everything looks perfect, but your brain keeps whispering that something’s off. I liked that uneasy feeling until it got buried under all the moaning and skin. Then again, maybe that’s the point - when reality breaks, people reach for pleasure first. Or I’m overthinking pixels again.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but you’re supposed to choose between helping Yor Forger study or letting Jinx drag you to her room. I picked Yor, thinking it’d be wholesome. Yeah, right. Five clicks later she’s on the desk, glasses half-off, saying things no spy should ever say. The animation isn’t flawless; sometimes her eyes lag behind her face, which made me laugh when I shouldn’t have. But that glitchy charm stuck with me longer than any of the polished stuff. And the sound design? Way too real. My cheap headphones couldn’t handle Tsunade’s voice purring through them. Still, I kept replaying the same moment like an idiot chasing déjà vu.

Funny thing: I started playing for the sexy chaos, but ended up stuck thinking about that blank-memory setup. Like maybe the main guy deserves the confusion. Maybe we all do. It’s a horny game pretending to be philosophical - or a philosophical game pretending to be horny. Doesn’t matter. When Nami whispers something about “remembering the wrong things,” I actually paused. Then I unpaused, because, well… she was already moving.

Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.