You’re the guy behind the “casting couch” camera this time, not the hero saving worlds or the clueless harem protagonist tripping on boobs by accident. No, you’re the one who gets to look Raven in the eyes while she tries to pretend she’s not already wet on the leather sofa, you’re the one telling Zelda to turn a little more to the side so the camera can “catch the light” while you’re actually just admiring how her royal ass fills the frame. The game throws you into this cheap-looking studio with a shitty couch, a camera, a few options, and then just casually drops girls like Ochako, Rem, Hestia, Lucoa, Cheelai, Mina, Meiko and the rest in front of you like a horny gacha pull that finally paid off. They sit down, they fidget, they ask why the camera is already recording, and you decide how fast you want that fake interview to turn into a full-on porn shoot.

What makes it fun is that it doesn’t pretend to be high art. The “story” is basically you asking dumb questions like some budget Pornhub producer, choosing dialog lines that push them toward undressing, sucking, riding, or getting their tight little anime pussy filled on camera. One moment you’re being “professional”, asking Hestia about her talents, the next you tell her to stand up and spin slowly, and suddenly that boob window dress feels about two sizes too small. You can play it smooth, tease them, be kind of respectful, or just cut through the bullshit and ask them how many guys they’ve fucked. Sometimes they blush and stutter, sometimes they smirk and lean forward, tits almost pushing out of the screen, and there’s this tiny thrill when you realize you picked the line that makes them say “fine, but don’t stop filming.” The animations are simple but filthy enough, with a lot of focus on big tits bouncing, big asses slapping, deep-throat shots, messy ahegao faces and that moment where your cock finally disappears inside them and they moan like they’ve been waiting all day for it. There’s vaginal sex, sloppy oral, cum all over their faces, cum in their mouths, cum on their boobs, you get the idea. Sometimes the pacing is weird and you jump from casual chat to dick-in-mouth a bit too quick, but honestly, that’s also exactly how these fake casting videos feel on those shady sites you pretend you don’t visit.

What really hit me was when Dexter’s mom walked in, acting like some bored MILF who just “needs extra cash” and then five clicks later she’s on her knees, ass in the air, huge hips wobbling while she takes every thrust like it’s a workout. Or Meiko from Prison School, trying to keep that strict teacher tone until you tell her to kneel and she slips into obedient mode like it’s the most natural thing ever. Toga’s crazy eyes staring at your cock, Mina acting all bubbly while drool runs down her chin, Raphtalia trying to stay polite while you make her ride you for the audition, Android 18 pretending she’s above all this before you make her swallow. It’s shameless fanservice, totally horny, not subtle at all, and that’s honestly the whole charm. The dialogue sometimes repeats and the sound can be a bit lazy, I kinda wish there were more variants of reactions when you pick different answers, but when Rem is moaning with your dick buried deep in her and Zelda is waiting in the lobby for her turn, it’s hard to stay mad about anything. It feels like scrolling horny Twitter, browsing Hentai Haven, and stumbling into an endless casting tape where every waifu you ever crushed on is finally told to take off her clothes and prove she deserves a spot in your private collection.

Tomai feels like one of those messy horny summers you remember wrong on purpose. You’ve got this cocky little guy who thinks he’s hot shit in his tiny village, tossing himself between hanging out with his chill monster dad, this weirdly intense Lady who clearly knows more than she says, and two best friends who are so obviously fuck material it almost hurts. The whole thing plays out over a handful of days before the Night Festival, but it never feels rushed. You’re bouncing between lazy lakeside afternoons, drunk laughing in someone’s cramped-ass bedroom, smoking under trees while everyone pretends they’re “just friends,” and then suddenly you’re in the middle of some soft-core emotional chaos where somebody’s hand is exactly where it shouldn’t be. It’s not porn that jumps at you in the first second. It’s that slow-build kind of erotic, like when you’re on Discord at midnight, typing dumb jokes, and the chat suddenly shifts into “ok but what if we actually kissed though” energy.

The sex doesn’t feel like some porn studio script. It’s clumsy sometimes, sweet sometimes, occasionally too much and you’re like ok, calm down, you are still children of the forest or whatever. The boys especially, Burdoc and Malik, they’ve got that idiot-friends-who-accidentally-make-out vibe. One minute they’re teasing Tomai about being “a big deal” and the next you’re watching them pin him down on the grass, fingers on his waist, breath way too close, and you feel that little lurch of “oh shit, they might actually go all the way.” When it gets explicit, it leans into bodies, sweat, little sounds, the awkwardness of someone not sure where to put their hands, the shock when a tongue goes lower than expected. It is horny, but not factory-produced horny. More like walking home from a date, replaying every time their thigh brushed yours, except here you do get to see what happens when someone finally snaps and says fuck it, come here. There is also this whole quiet queer thing going on, like everyone is way too chill with how flexible their attraction is, but not in a fake woke way. More like: “yeah, I want to ride my best friend and maybe also worship this terrifying goddess and ask my dad why he looks so hot in that robe” kind of way. Feels relatable if you ever had a crush on three people at the same party.

What surprised me is how intimate the small stuff is. Like you’ll spend a day just fishing with Father, the sun low, water slow, the conversation circling around growing up and expectations, and suddenly your brain jumps to those nights where you open Twitter to check memes and end up doomscrolling queer threads about “found family” and “polycules that actually work.” The game quietly says: yeah, you can love more than one person, you can want more than one body, and it doesn’t have to blow up in drama every time. Sex here fits inside that mood. Sometimes it’s comforting, almost like aftercare before the actual care. Sometimes it’s a horny mistake that still feels good. The festival becomes this excuse for everyone to push past what they usually pretend in public. You get that mood of: are we still just joking or is your hand staying on my thigh a little too long on purpose. It’s not polished, some scenes feel a bit rough, like a fanfic draft your friend sends you on Telegram at 2 in the afternoon, but that roughness actually fits. There are dick jokes beside serious talks about futures, kisses that turn into grinding, a lazy afternoon that becomes a threesome if you play it right. It’s queer, a bit shameless, sometimes soft, sometimes filthy, like puberty plus magic plus “I saw this on Pornhub and wanna try.” Not subtle, not clinical, just horny kids on the edge of adult life, pretending they’re in control while their bodies and hearts absolutely are not.

Enduring endless bullying has made you tough and intelligent, the perfect moment to settle the score is right in front of you. Yet these tormentors aren’t just any dumb jerks - they wear friendly faces hiding vicious, mean-spirited intentions. Your retaliation won’t be simple; it’ll be a wild ride mixing punishment and seductive payback.

You’ve been their target for so long, enduring every sneer and shove, but now you’re the predator, ready to captivate and control. Step into a sultry anime-inspired high school world where every corner hides temptation and daring adventures, where titillation and raw male domination unravel through oral sex, titfucks, and all-out erotic battles.

Dynamic AI-generated scenes make each encounter pulse with raw sensual energy. Every step you take deepens the heated tension, mixing groping and teasing into a potent cocktail. Feel the intoxicating rush as you assert your power over these tempting yet merciless females.

The revenge you seek will taste sweeter than you imagined, wrapped in ecstasy and power. They may look innocent, but the games you play with them will leave nothing untouched.

You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.