Akabur going after the turtle universe again feels weirdly natural, like of course someone was going to turn Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles into a horny breeding season thing and of course it was going to be him. The tone of this game sits in that space where parody and fetish just fuse, so one moment you’re laughing at how dumb a line is and the next you realize you’re actually kind of turned on by April being passed around by four horny mutants who clearly see her more like a shared breeding toy than a news reporter. The story pretends it’s about “chapters” and “seasons” but what it really does is slowly strip April down from being this confident reporter into a slutty pet for the whole sewer. There is this constant teasing vibe where she still has that bright reporter energy, asking questions, trying to maintain her dignity, while the turtles and Splinter treat her “curiosity” as an invitation to stuff every hole. You get the feeling she’s supposed to resist, at least at the start, but the game never hides it: the whole point is to watch her slide into loving the gangbangs, loving being surrounded by thick mutant cock, to the point where having only two inside her at once starts to feel “low effort”.

What I liked, in a twisted way, is how casual the group scenes are handled. This isn’t one “epic” orgy and credits roll, it’s more like: April shows up thinking she’s here to do some interview fluff piece and suddenly she’s on her knees, face shiny, one turtle in her mouth, another squeezing her tits from behind, one rubbing his tip between her cheeks, while Splinter calmly talks about “training” and “discipline” as if this is just martial arts class with extra fluids. The gangbangs are messy, a bit goofy, and sometimes the dialogue is awkward as hell, but somehow that fits the Saturday-morning-cartoon-gone-wrong energy. It almost feels illegal in your brain, like your inner kid who watched TMNT on TV is screaming while your adult self is thinking “yeah ok but seeing April stretched open and leaking after being pumped full by four different mutants at once is actually hot as fuck”. The game leans fully into that corruption fantasy, too. Not only one-on-one scenes, but moments where April is pinned against a sewer wall, legs spread so wide she can’t close them, two cocks inside her, another grinding against her lips, Splinter watching calmly like he’s making sure his sons are breeding her properly. She gets filled, overfilled, dripping down her thighs, then still asked to clean each of them with her tongue. And she does. There’s no big moral lesson, just a slow, filthy slide into April becoming the unofficial mating toy of the whole turtle clan.

So there's this weird little game about Lincoln getting cursed by some horny demon, and honestly? The premise is so ridiculous it actually works. You're clicking around trying to seduce your crush Leni while this succubus is literally sucking the life out of you - but here's where it gets messy in the best way. The sound design hits different when Luna's moaning in that fake British accent, and Rita's... well, let's just say the landlord situation escalates quickly. The ahegao faces are over-the-top cartoon bullshit, but somehow that makes the whole thing hotter? Like when you're groping Leni and her expression just breaks - it's so fucking exaggerated it loops back to being sexy.

The pacing is all wrong though, which might be intentional or just sloppy coding. You'll spend forever clicking through dialogue with Luna about her punk aesthetic, then suddenly you're balls deep in a handjob scene with Rita that comes out of nowhere. Actually, that's not true - there are buildup moments, but they're buried under so much parody humor you miss them. The big tits physics are laughably bad, bouncing like they're filled with jello, yet I found myself replaying those groping sequences anyway. Rita's ass is rendered with this weird attention to detail that doesn't match the rest of the art style, like someone spent way too much time on that specific asset. The point-and-click mechanics feel clunky as hell - you're hunting for hotspots while Lincoln's supposedly dying from demon possession, which creates this bizarre urgency that doesn't match the gameplay at all.

What really fucks with me is how the milf content with Rita feels more genuine than the main Leni storyline, even though she's supposed to be the fashionable crush driving the plot. The demon possession angle becomes background noise once you're deep in the sex scenes, which defeats the whole supernatural premise but... honestly, who cares when the handjob animations are this detailed?

It’s weird how this game feels like two different fever dreams stitched together with duct tape and a dirty laugh track. One minute you’re dealing with a spoiled princess who thinks she’s too good for your commands, next you’re in a dusty classroom trying to make a witch blush while pretending you’re not the worst kind of pervert. The whole thing runs like someone dumped Aladdin and Harry Potter fanfics into a blender, hit “liquify,” then forgot to clean the blades. I mean that as a compliment. Mostly. There’s something strangely addictive about watching these characters slide from pride to obedience, like watching a tower of cards collapse in slow motion while you whisper filth into the wind.

And yeah, the art - old-school 2D, a bit grainy at the edges - somehow makes it hotter. You notice every smirk, every drop of sweat, every time the princess rolls her eyes before giving in. The witch, though… she’s the real trip. The game makes her crack little by little, until she’s doing things she’d hex you for even thinking about. There’s this one scene with a mirror spell - don’t even ask, it’s messy, beautiful, wrong, and perfect all at once. I wish the sound effects weren’t so cheap, though. Like, if I wanted to hear the same “slap” noise on loop, I’d just open TikTok. But then again, maybe that janky sound is part of the charm. Makes it feel dirtier, less polished, more like something you shouldn’t be caught playing but can’t stop anyway.

Also, whoever added the management bits deserves both a medal and a slap. You’re juggling gold, obedience, lust - whatever - and it feels like running a brothel disguised as a school. Which… is exactly what it is, I guess? The tentacle stuff sneaks up on you too, not even kidding. One second you’re giving a lecture, next thing you know, it’s hentai biology class. Half the time I’m disgusted, half the time I’m grinning like an idiot. That’s the magic here: it’s trashy, shameless, and somehow still clever enough to make you question who’s really being trained. Spoiler - it’s probably you.

Arthur already has that whole golden boy thing going on, king of Camelot, shining armor, pretty speeches about honor and whatever. But this game basically asks: what happens when all that noble shit hits a wall made of pure pussy and bad decisions. You wake up in his skin, and you can kind of feel it right away, he’s not built for what’s coming. The court still sings about loyalty, about knights and purity, while your wife, Guinevere, is getting slowly pulled away from you by the one guy you should trust the most. Lancelot doesn’t just want her, he wants to ruin everything by taking her little by little, touch by touch, until your proud queen turns into a trembling mess who can’t say no to him anymore. The story doesn’t waste time on side stuff. It’s a straight kinetic ride where you mostly just watch it all unravel, like a slow car crash where the airbags are big tits and messy creampies.

The pacing is actually nasty in a good way. Guinevere doesn’t go from “my dear husband” to “fuck me rough, Lancelot” in one click. It crawls. First it’s that aching guilt in her face when he gets too close, his hand pressed against her lower back a bit too long in the hallway, his fingers brushing over her ass through the dress while he whispers that Arthur is too busy for her. Then you get a scene where he pushes her against a stone pillar, groping her tits through the fabric, and you feel that moment where she should pull away but just kind of… freezes. The CGs lean into that, with those tight shots of her lips slightly open, eyes wet, thighs pressed together, and you know she’s already halfway lost. It’s all very “fantasy courtly drama” on the surface, but every event is basically foreplay for the next betrayal. When they finally cross the line, it’s raw: him bending her over the bed that was supposed to be yours, slapping her big ass as he rams into her, his cum leaking out of her used pussy while she tries to tell herself it was a mistake. Spoiler: it’s not the last time, not even close.

What I liked way too much, as someone who always wants that 100% gallery, is how the sex escalates like a fucked up skill tree. You think, ok, he already fucked her, we’re done. But then there’s a scene in the royal bath where he orders her to get on her knees between his legs, and the camera practically lives in that sloppy blowjob, her hand wrapping around his shaft, drool dripping down, his fingers tangled in her hair. Later, when he titfucks her, those huge tits look almost comical trying to wrap around his cock, but the devs commit, they give you that moment of her looking up, cheeks flushed, nipples stiff, while his dick slides between them and smears pre all over. And they don’t chicken out on group stuff either. Once he fully breaks her, he’s not satisfied with just taking the queen for himself. He brings in “trusted” knights, treats her like a prize on display. There’s this brutal scene in a torchlit chamber where Guinevere is sandwiched between armor and muscle, one guy pounding her pussy raw from behind, another shoving his cock between her lips, her moaning and choking, tearing up while Lancelot watches with that smug look. Cum on her face, cum dripping from her used hole, a messy creampie staining the royal sheets right after she’d sworn loyalty to Arthur in public. It’s netorare at its most mean: you sit there in Arthur’s role, forced to watch your own legend rot from the inside, while your queen turns into the castle’s favorite toy and you can’t click your way to a happy end. The fact it’s all linear kind of fits, like destiny itself is just laughing and pushing you deeper into the mud.