This thing feels like some horny fanfic that escaped from Tumblr and accidentally learned how to be a game. It throws you straight into this dirty version of the Turtles universe where April O’Neal basically decides that “journalism” means “put my mouth and tits on the story until the truth comes out.” She still has the yellow vibe going on, but it’s tighter, shorter, hugging her ass in a way that would never pass network TV. Her tits are huge and framed like they’re the real main characters, with that bright red hair bouncing while she’s trying to “interview” guys who clearly stopped listening to her words the second her lips wrapped around them. The whole thing feels like someone took the cartoon I watched as a kid, opened Pornhub in another tab, and then mashed the two together while giggling. It shouldn’t work. It kind of does. Or maybe I’m just too weak. Hard to tell.

First time Bebop shows up, I actually laughed because the game doesn’t even pretend this is about hero vs villain. He’s standing there, all bulky and stupid, and April is trying to act like a serious reporter. Two lines of dialogue later she’s on her knees giving him a messy blowjob for “exclusive footage,” and the camera angles go full trashy amateur porn. Saliva, sloppy sounds, her eyes rolled up, and those big tits pressed together while he uses her chest like it’s part of the interrogation tools. There’s a nice little handjob moment where she’s stroking him between lines of questioning, like she’s multitasking: “who are you working with” plus “don’t blow your load yet, I still need my climax scene.” At one point I thought there’d be a moral choice or some philosophical twist, like, is April using her sexuality as power or is she just getting used and filmed like meat. Then Rocksteady crashes in and the whole thing shifts into a threesome, so yeah, any deep questions kind of drown in cum. Although, to be fair, being spitroasted by mutant criminals while still half-talking about “the story” is its own kind of feminist discourse. Maybe.

The actual moment where both Bebop and Rocksteady are pounding her is surprisingly intense. Her red hair is a mess, mascara smeared, and her huge tits bouncing while she’s being fucked from behind and stuffed from the front. The game doesn’t shy away from cumshots either, which I respect. They finish on her face, on her chest, inside her, basically treating her as a human notebook that you write the “news” on. There’s a scene where they coat her tits and she tries to stay in-character as a reporter, but she’s clearly enjoying it way too much and that tiny smile completely breaks the illusion of “I’m doing this for the channel.” It’s weirdly hot and also kind of stupid, but porn is allowed to be both. The teasing about passwords and secrets feels like those old cheat codes you’d type in on Newgrounds, except here your prize is more angles of April covered in jizz. At some point I started wondering what the Turtles were doing while all this happened, then forgot I cared because April was getting railed and the animation rhythm hit that nice hypnotic loop where you tell yourself “just one more scene” and then keep clicking like a lab rat pressing the pleasure button.

Naruto finally getting what he “deserves” from Sakura sounds romantic if you only know fanfics on Wattpad. This thing is the opposite. It plays more like a nasty what-if scenario some pissed off fan cooked up after binge watching Shippuden on Crunchyroll and getting angry at Sakura’s whole “Sasuke-kun” obsession. You’re dropped straight into her bedroom, no soft build up, no sweet talk. Naruto is already done pretending to be the idiot hero. He’s stronger, darker, and he uses that strength in the most fucked up way possible: forcing Sakura to pay for loving someone who isn’t him. The game basically asks: what if the “nice guy protagonist” finally snaps and uses his power and her feelings as a weapon. It’s not romance, it’s punishment wearing the skin of sex.

The thing that hit me hardest is how the game treats the Kyuubi chakra. In the anime, it’s this huge power-up, big dramatic aura, emotional speeches. Here it’s more like a red flag inside a *** fantasy. You feel it as he pins her down and pushes into her, that flare of fox chakra sitting right between “shonen power” and “monster in human skin”. Sakura looks like she knows she can’t win, not in a physical fight and not in an emotional one. She still thinks of Sasuke while Naruto is slamming into her, filling her up just to prove he can. Creampie after creampie is less about pleasure and more like writing his name inside her body, like he’s overwriting Uchiha with Uzumaki in the most biological way possible. It’s messed up, but that’s also why it sticks: the sex scenes are short and blunt, more like fragments of a bad memory than a long hentai movie. You click, you see his cock disappear into her, you see the cumshot, you see her face somewhere between fear and forced arousal, and then it’s just silent. No moral lesson. No “Naruto is still a good guy deep inside”. He isn’t here. And the game doesn’t even try to pretend otherwise. There is something weirdly honest in that. It doesn’t ask you to feel good about what you’re doing. It just hands you this broken, private moment in Sakura’s room and lets you sit with the idea that the same idiot hero who saves the village can be the one who *** the girl who trusted him most, while the fox laughs in the background you never see.

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This one feels like somebody took an old-school fanfic from a shady Tomb Raider forum, smashed it together with a cheap VR porno and then just said “yeah, that’s a game now”. You’re basically parked right in Jeeves’ head, watching this cranky, horny old butler finally snap after years of picking up Lara’s muddy boots and pretending not to stare at her tits while she stretches in the hallway. He’s done bringing tea, now he brings dick. The whole setup is so wrong it circles around and becomes hot again. You see Lara still in her explorer gear, dusty thighs, guns at her sides, acting all proud and annoyed, but the camera keeps dropping low, like it’s got its own dirty mind, staying on her ass and those tight shorts that everybody remembers from the PS1 days. She’s talking down at him like always, and you can almost smell that “rich girl who never says thanks” attitude, until suddenly he corners her against some random stone pillar in the manor and the whole power balance just flips.

The first time she goes down on him is the moment the game finally clicks. That awkward second when she realizes he’s not joking, her voice cracks, then boom, she’s on her knees, those big lips wrapped around a cock that really has no business being that hard at his age. Camera sticks close, proper POV, teeth almost brushing, spit on her chin, mascara slowly starting to lose the fight. You tilt just a little and you get that view all horny cosplayers try and fail to copy in hotel rooms: Lara’s ponytail bouncing while she struggles to deepthroat without gagging too much. She tries to keep that icy personality, rolling her eyes, acting bored, but every time you push her deeper you get that tiny panic sound from her throat that breaks the act. And then he pulls out and blows a thick facial all over that perfect explorer face, cum dripping on her nose and lips, and she looks up, angry and humiliated, then still opens her mouth to swallow the last drops because she “doesn’t want to waste it”. Zero logic, 100% porn logic, which is the good kind.

Later, when you finally bend her over, the manor suddenly feels very small. The short shorts come down way too slowly, like the game wants you to really memorize that ass. Doggystyle with Lara was basically half of DeviantArt for a decade, so seeing it here with actual thrust control, watching her back arch every time you slam her pussy, almost feels like some weird prophecy was fulfilled. The switch from pussy to anal happens with almost no prep, which in real life would send her to the hospital, but here she just gives this pissed off growl and then tightens around him like she’s trying to crush his dick. You get this rhythm going, slapping sound echoing off the stone, her tits swinging under her, and every few seconds she jerks her head back to scream and the ponytail whips across her sweaty shoulders. There’s this one moment that sold me: you’re pounding her ass, she’s a mess, tears at the corner of her eyes, and she still tries to spit an insult at Jeeves, calling him “the help”, and he just answers by grabbing her hips and blowing a creampie deep inside, then holding her there so it all stays in. She shakes, whimpers, you watch it leak when he finally pulls out, then he smears the mess along her slit with this slow, evil satisfaction. The only thing that annoyed me is the way her moans sometimes loop like a broken TikTok audio, pulls you out of the fantasy for a second, but then she looks back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, cum on her lips from when you made her clean your cock with her mouth after, and you kinda forget you wanted to complain.