Misty always looked a bit too innocent on my old Game Boy screen, and this thing takes that memory, rips it open, and fucks right through it. Here she’s still the redhead gym girl with the smug little attitude, but the story pretends there are “secret water training techniques” that totally just mean she has to pay for losing a battle with her body. No bullshit, the whole setup is basically: you lost, you either hand over your Pokémon or you spread your legs and take what’s coming. Guess which one the game cares about. It starts almost soft, with her trying to act all proud and stubborn, small tits pushed out, shorts hanging tight on her hips, promising she won’t back down. Then the camera cuts closer, you see her eyes shake when the guy pulls out this stupidly big cock that clearly doesn’t fit anywhere, and it suddenly feels like every “kid-safe” memory of the anime just got dragged into a dirty back alley behind some cheap internet café.

What got me was how they play with her expression when the actual penetration starts. There is this one moment, when he pushes into her pussy for the first time, and she’s half biting her lip, half trying not to cry out. Not fake hentai moaning, but that messy mix of “this hurts” and “I’m so fucking turned on and I hate that I am”. Fingers working her first, sliding between her legs, opening her up, while she keeps glancing at her pokéball like she’s hoping it will just magically save her. It doesn’t. You get these close-ups of his fingers glistening, then suddenly he rams into her and her whole body arches, her small chest bouncing in this almost awkward way that somehow feels more real than big anime balloons. At one point he flips her for anal and she tries to crawl away on her hands and knees, and he just grabs her hips and pulls her back onto him. That first push into her ass is brutal, her mouth wide open, no sound for a second, then that broken little gasp. I swear I paused there once, not because it was too much, but because I wanted to see every tiny muscle in her face trying to decide if this is shame or pleasure.

And yeah, it gets nastier. He uses her like a training tool. Quick thrusts, slow thrusts, pulls out to smack his cock on her flushed little pussy lips, then shoves it back in, while she’s begging him not to cum inside, which of course he absolutely does. Cum dripping out of her, then another round, then he goes for the face. The final facial is just straight up filthy: thick white mess all over her cheeks, nose, even caught in her eyelashes, while she pants and blinks like she can’t see shit. A bit of it lands on her hair too, that bright orange-red now streaked with semen, and she just looks wrecked. Not broken, not “I’m secretly loving it” in some goofy anime way, more like “I’ll remember this fight every time I hold a pokéball.” It’s rough, it’s horny, it doesn’t pretend to be romantic or fair. Just Misty pushed into a corner and fucked from every angle until her pride, and pretty much everything else, is dripping.

Ash walking into Misty’s place for this “Pokemon Go party” already feels like some bad idea you know is gonna turn into really filthy fun. It’s that kind of game where the plot is basically a horny excuse, but it actually leans into it in a funny way instead of pretending to be deep. Misty shows up as this grown, stacked redhead version of herself, huge tits stuffed into a top that clearly lost the fight against gravity a long time ago, and Ash is just standing there, trying to act normal while obviously staring at her chest. The whole “we haven’t seen each other in years” thing is used just enough to give them that weird tension, like childhood friends suddenly realizing, oh shit, we’d totally fuck now. There are some dumb jokes about catching “rare mons” around the house, her teasing him that he came for the Pokemon but is staring at the “two biggest ones in the room” and stuff like that, and it actually made me grin like an idiot once or twice. It’s not high art, but it doesn’t pretend to be. It’s like watching a dirty parody on your phone when you should be checking email on Gmail instead. Your brain turns off, your dick wakes up, everyone has a role.

The actual action kicks off when Misty basically flips the whole party tone. She starts “explaining” a game, tapping on her phone, then slowly guiding Ash to sit on the couch next to her. There’s this moment where she leans forward to “show him something on the screen” and her tits almost fall right out, and you can choose if Ash tries to play it cool or just stares. Both paths end in the same place anyway, with her catching him. She laughs, climbs into his lap, and that’s where the porn side really hits. The sex scenes are old-school hentai parody energy: big tits bouncing hard, Ash way out of his league, Misty riding him like she’s trying to break his stamina stat. There’s a lot of focus on her chest, the way her boobs slap against him while she grinds, those loud over-the-top hentai moans, and her trashy lines about how he “finally caught something worth evolving.” At one point she’s jerking him off while pretending to “throw pokeballs” and I swear I had to pause because I was laughing and horny at the same time, which is confusing in the best way. It’s all very straightforward, nothing crazy like weird fetishes, just classic loud, wet, cartoon sex with a redheaded Misty who clearly knows she’s the main prize. Honestly I kinda wanted a darker, more cruel twist near the end, like her making fun of him after he finishes or turning it into some messed up game he can’t win, but the game stays in this playful, horny zone and never really goes mean. It’s fine. Just makes the sad endings freak in me a bit grumpy, in a stupid way I’ll complain about and still replay anyway.

Ash going to school instead of running around the bushes catching rats sounds dumb on paper, but this game leans into that in a really horny way. You’re basically dropped into this super thirsty academy where everyone is way too hot to be worrying about homework. You play as a male protagonist who’s supposed to be about “learning about the world” but in practice you’re just wandering corridors, flirting with girls who have asses that could crush a Snorlax and tits that make you forget what class you were going to. It pretends to be about school life and exams and “growth” then suddenly you’re on a rooftop with a girl pressed against the fence, breathing hard, talking about her battle strategy while your hand is under her skirt. Priorities.

What caught me off guard is how much this feels like a messed-up dating simulator glued on top of a nerdy turn based battle system. One moment you’re sitting in class trying not to stare at the MILF teacher’s chest as she leans over your desk, the next you’re setting up a team to go fight some monster in a training hall, and the whole time the game is teasing you. Girl bends over to pick up a Poké Ball, skirt rides up just enough. Another one sits on the desk with her thighs spread a little too wide, talking about “type advantages” while she gives you these slow, lazy looks like she already knows your weakness. It’s constant edging. You think “ok now I finally get to fuck someone” and the scene cuts right before the good part, only for the payoff to hit later when you’re not expecting it, like after some exam or a dumb school festival. I actually alt-tabbed out to Telegram once because the pacing was trolling me, and then came back right into a scene where some big tit girl is straddling you in your dorm room, grinding on your lap, whispering she likes how “strong” your team is while clearly not talking about the team.

The harem thing isn’t subtle at all. You start trying to focus on one girl and suddenly another one with bigger tits and bigger ass shows up in the hallway, asking if you want to “train together after class” and you’re there like, yeah sure, academic reasons, absolutely. They flirt differently too, which surprised me more than it should. One is all shy and blushy, pulling her jacket tight over her chest, just begging you to tease her, while another is the type to drag you to an empty classroom, lock the door and sit on your face like she’s claiming territory. Ash as a character is almost funny in this context, because the guy who used to sleep in the woods with a Pikachu is now stuck in a dorm full of horny classmates and a couple of MILFs pretending to be responsible adults. The teasing is relentless. Girls press up against you during battles, hug your arm in the cafeteria, send you messages at night asking if you’re “busy” and then show up in tiny shorts anyway. It looks like an adventure about monsters on the surface, but slowly it turns into this slow-burn sex marathon where every choice you make at school somehow ends with you surrounded by girls who all want your attention and your dick, and honestly, I’m not even mad about it.

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.