Kasumi Rebirth feels like catching someone’s private mod folder that accidentally got pushed live and nobody had the heart to stop it. It’s just Kasumi, chained up, not doing the “cool ninja” thing at all, and the whole game is basically you seeing how far you can push her body before you get bored or feel weird about yourself. She hangs there in those metal restraints, soft skin, big tits squeezed by the outfit that you immediately start ripping off, because of course you do. There is no fake romance, no “story” pretending this isn’t what it is. You poke her, grab her, slide hands over her tits, pinch her nipples a bit too hard, then harder, just to see if the reaction changes. It turns into this quiet little lab experiment: what if I put fingers in her pussy first, then in her ass, then both, then ignore both and just use her tits like they are toys made of warm jelly. The game doesn’t judge. It just lets you be a freak in peace.

The main loop of Kasumi Rebirth is strangely hypnotic: click, drag, spread her legs, tilt her hips, line her up for doggystyle, then get distracted and go back to playing with her mouth. You pull her head back, slide a dildo between her lips, watch those eyes say everything without a single line of dialog. Deepthroat her with plastic, then switch holes like a bored god with too much free time. Pussy, ass, mouth, back to pussy, then push it in her asshole again just because you like the way she tightens around it. You can masturbate her slowly, tease her clit until she twitches, then ram something inside and go straight for a rough creampie like the concept of foreplay never existed. Cumshots on her face, on her breasts, slipping down her body, and at some point I tried to see if I could cover both tits perfectly and got annoyed because one drop kept sliding off the side in a stupid way that distracted me more than it should. There is also this breast expansion thing going on that feels like someone’s late-night fever dream: you start tweaking and pumping and suddenly her big tits are not just big, they are ridiculous, heavy, almost comical, but somehow it works because this game stopped pretending to be “normal” a long time ago. It is rough, it is ***-y, it is torture dressed up as “gentle play”, and yet the whole thing has this old-school Internet porn game energy that makes you keep testing one more position, one more angle, one more messy facial, just to see how far Kasumi’s body can be turned into a toy before you finally close the tab and swear you’re done with Dead or Alive girls forever.

It starts like a memory you weren’t supposed to see - Sakura cornered in that dusty puppet chamber, the air thick with chakra and something darker. There’s no soft fade-in, no polite warning screen, just the red haze of Sasori’s control filling the space while his mechanical limbs twitch with intent. You realize quickly this isn’t a fight anymore; it’s an undoing. Each movement of his puppets is too slow, too deliberate, like he’s savoring how she can’t quite escape. The animation doesn’t rush, it lingers on that cruel rhythm between domination and despair. You can almost hear her breath catch when those segmented arms start exploring what they shouldn’t. It’s uncomfortable and hot at the same time, like watching power turn into lust right before your eyes.

What’s strange - maybe brilliant - is how the game doesn’t try to justify anything. It just lets the scene happen. Sasori’s face stays blank, emotionless, while Sakura’s expression shifts from rage to disbelief to helpless moans that sound wrong in the best way. The tentacles - metal, not flesh - move with this cold precision, wrapping around her wrists, sliding under her torn clothes, then deeper, pushing until she arches and the whole screen trembles. You keep tapping, probably too fast, because every touch triggers another wave of motion, another thrust, another broken whimper. It’s hypnotic. Filthy. Sometimes the timing feels off, though, like the animation stutters right when it should hit hardest, but maybe that makes it even more real - like your phone’s overheating from what it’s showing you.

There’s a point where you forget this is parody and start thinking maybe this secret jutsu was always meant to be obscene. The way the puppets hold her up, how the light hits the sweat on her skin - it’s pure fantasy, but it drags you down with it. I’d call it “Best Use of Tentacles,” hands down, because nothing else in the Naruto smut corner captures that mix of horror and arousal so perfectly. And if you think you’re ready for it, I dare you - watch without blinking, try not to lose control before the final frame.

Tifa in this one feels like someone mashed a BDSM doujin, a bad end from a JRPG, and a milking simulator together after a long horny Discord call. No build up, no romance crap, you just drop right into her already broken-in slave state at the plant. She’s on the floor, wrists stuck, neck held, body treated like a toy everyone already used a thousand times. And yeah, chest so big it almost looks like a mod gone wrong, which kinda works because the whole thing is about pushing her body way past sane limits. You’re not here to “date” her. You’re here to see how far she can be used.

The core loop is basically: pick how you wanna mess her up today. Face, tits, ass, milk, some combo of that. There’s that nasty energy where the guys around her don’t see her as a person at all, just a milk machine with a famous Final Fantasy face slapped on. The titfuck stuff is heavy, your POV jammed between those inflated boobs, her breathing all fucked up, sometimes gagging while her mouth is already forced open for more. Then the face abuse kicks in and it’s rougher, teeth barely matter, throat used like it’s part of the plumbing. There’s this grossly satisfying moment when you push too deep and her eyes go wide and wet, mascara streaks down, and she makes that gurgling noise that tells you this is not tender at all. Cumshot on her face after all that just feels like the minimum level of disrespect at that point, like wiping your shoes on a doormat.

What really hits weird is the milk focus. You’re not just cumming on her, you’re basically farming her. Squeezing, pulling, twisting those huge breasts until milk sprays everywhere, like the game is daring you to see how swollen and overused they can look. When the pressure ramps up and her tits start pulsing with that “about to burst” vibe, it’s half erotic, half body horror. The combination of ***-y abuse, restraints, and this forced lactation thing makes it very clear this is not a “kinky but safe” dungeon. It’s a factory, and she’s livestock. And yeah, there’s ass fingering thrown in there too, not as the main show, more like “oh, we still have one more hole to bully” while her mouth is stuffed and her chest is leaking everywhere. It’s ugly, it’s extreme, it’s absolutely not for anyone who wants gentle dom stuff. But if you ever looked at Tifa’s official design and thought “what if people treated her like the lowest kind of captive fucktoy and milked her dry”, this is that fantasy, dialed up until it feels almost too much, then pushed a bit further.

Minerva really feels like that one toxic ex who suddenly shows up in your head when you’re trying to relax, except here she’s got magic, a cock, and zero interest in playing fair. The whole thing is built around that Fairy Tail moment with Erza and Kagura, but this time it’s like someone paused the anime, said “ok, what if this went completely off the rails,” and then just never stopped. You’re not getting some slow romance or teasing kisses. Minerva grabs the situation by the throat, literally and mentally, with Millianna as the fluffy-eared sacrifice in the middle of this mess. Her capture isn’t just story flavor, it’s the excuse for everything that happens next: hardcore bullying, psychological domination, and that shift into futa mode that feels more like she’s pulling a cursed weapon out of thin air than just “growing a dick.” It fits her, in a fucked up way. She looks at Millianna like a toy she rented, not a person, and the game actually leans into that instead of pretending it’s love.

Millianna is the soft spot in all this nastiness. Those ears, the tail, the way her body language switches from defiant to helpless once Minerva starts pushing her around. At first she’s trying to stay strong for Erza and Kagura, but once the magic cock shows up, that brave face cracks. She’s put in these positions that really show off her curves, her stockings slipping a little, hands forced behind her or pinned, and her eyes doing that half-ashamed, half-turned-on thing that always hits harder than pure blank lust. There’s a lot of focus on her pussy getting used, stretched, stuffed full by Minerva’s new “toy,” and it’s not gentle. You see her get pounded from angles that feel more like humiliation than intimacy, with her cute beast-girl aesthetic clashing against the brutal way she’s treated. It’s dirty in that proper hentai parody way, the kind where you know the original characters are completely ruined and that’s exactly the point. The whole lesbian tension that usually hangs around Erza’s crew gets twisted here into something darker, turned into Minerva’s playground instead of a sweet girl-on-girl moment. She taunts, she plays with Millianna’s reactions, sometimes slowing down just to watch that mix of pain and pleasure spread across her face. By the time she really starts ramming Millianna’s pussy like she owns it, the game has already made clear that this isn’t about happy endings. It’s about taking a familiar catgirl and breaking her on the floor, using that big magical cock until she’s nothing but sweat, tears, and a soaked hole that keeps clenching around Minerva whether she wants it or not. Erotic, mean, a bit too much in the best way.