Terrorists are planning a catastrophic assault on the United States, and it’s up to you to stop them. The mastermind behind the scheme, Professor Emmett Von Braun, was abducted and forced to design a cloning apparatus for the terrorists’ evil plans. Even with the professor safely back, we face a race against time to retrieve the five essential components he created.

Your assignment is to use all your spy skills and seductive charm to locate and secure the scattered components of the professor’s cloning system. Hunting down these parts means navigating perilous environments filled with steamy meet’n’fuck moments and tense detective work.

Your journey moves you through thrilling places packed with peril and erotic thrills, perfect for any agent ready to push boundaries in both combat and carnal pleasure.

Balance sharp detective instincts with sensual enticement as you unravel clues, charm dangerous women, and evade deadly traps designed to keep you from succeeding.

Complete your mission by retrieving every piece, breaking the enemy’s cloning scheme, and ensuring that justice - and pleasure - prevail.

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This one feels like someone took all the “casting couch” memes, smashed them right into Star Wars, then decided Ahsoka’s Jedi path should go straight through a sleazy holo-studio instead of a temple. You’re not some faceless camera drone, you’re basically the guy running the casting session, poking at dialogue choices while this cocky, sharp-tongued Togruta girl tries to impress the “order” with… let’s say very non-canon talents. It starts pretty tame, like a weird fanfilm: basic questions about her training, her attitude, why she thinks she’s ready. But the tone slides really fast. One minute you’re picking whether to be the “professional” type or the smug bastard with power issues, next minute she’s on that couch, legs spread, lekku slightly trembling, giving that pissed-off but turned-on glare that only a hentai Ahsoka can pull off.

The visual novel setup is simple, which actually works. No pointless minigames, no grinding for points, just scenes that branch depending on how hard you push her or how much you pretend to care. And the cutscenes are weirdly charming in their own trashy way. You can see where the artist rushed, some angles are stiff, but then you hit a CG where her orange skin is glistening, cum dripping off her face, and the lighting around her montrals is just right, and it suddenly feels like they blew the whole schedule on that single shot. I loved the expressions, by the way. Ahsoka goes from cocky padawan brat, to insulted “I’m not here for that”, to heavy-breathing slut trying not to moan when you make her kneel between your legs. Sometimes her lips look slightly off model, I kept noticing that lower lip, but whatever, I still screenshotted it and threw it into my Hidden folder in Google Photos like a coward.

Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected. If you keep talking down to her like a disposable clone, treat her as just another body in the line, the tone goes really rough: throat-fucking, humiliation, that whole “you want the saber, you work for it” thing. You can even push her to beg for rank while she’s choking on dick, which is hilariously fucked up and horny at the same time. If you’re nicer, she opens up slower, more begrudgingly, and the sex leans into that “teacher testing the student” vibe where she pretends she’s too good for this but her nipples say the opposite. I liked that there’s not one “true” route. Sometimes picking the “right” answer just cuts off a nasty scene you maybe wanted. That annoyed me, but also made it feel less like one of those fake interactive stories that all end in the same watery creampie. Dialog is cheesy, full of slightly broken English that feels like some fan from Telegram wrote it on a caffeine high, yet in a strange way it fits. You’re not here for perfect canon, you’re here for a twisted casting that turns a Jedi hopeful into a used toy on a couch, and on that front, the game doesn’t pretend to be anything else.

Fragments of a forgotten past blaze like distant stars, each scene saturated with the pulse of illicit desires and whispered secrets. The cold steel of a blaster pressed against skin, blurring lines between conquest and surrender. Faces once strangers now linger as ghosts of temptation and trust, etched deep into the soul’s labyrinth.

Then came the fracture - an explosion shattering the fragile calm, plunging you headlong into a web of power, lust, and deceit. Seductive warriors whose will bent reality and flesh stepped forward, each with their own hunger and hidden motives. Every whispered promise or harsh command shaped your destiny among the stars, changing the very pulse of your existence.

What was once a desperate bid for survival transformed into a journey of dark revelation. Lessons were carved in the heat of stolen moments and ruthless choices. The galaxy’s response is never simple - who you love, use, or destroy leaves an indelible mark. Amidst clone wars and stormtrooper ranks, your choices write legends of lust and power.

Raven finally snapped in this one, and honestly, it’s beautiful in the worst possible way. Forget the usual brooding goth mage who saves Jump City and complains about emotions. Here she’s basically turned her room into a magical porn lab and decided the best way to fix her mood is to mass produce more of herself and then ruin every version from the inside out. It starts off almost calm: dark room, candles, that familiar vibe from the tower, and then the camera pans and you realize, oh, there’s not one Raven here, there’s a whole damn lineup. Different outfits, slightly different expressions, same purple hair, same smug “I know exactly what you’re staring at” look. Some of them already naked, some still pretending they’re wearing clothes for a reason. Then you notice the important upgrade: every clone packing stupidly big cock that clearly isn’t there for show. She basically turned herself into both the casting couch and the entire cast.

The pacing is kind of wild. There’s zero build-up to “respectable foreplay.” One Raven on her knees choking herself on another Raven’s dick, smeared mascara, eyes rolling, and in the back you can see two more clones going full anal pileup like it’s a group project nobody planned but everybody passes anyway. It does that thing where the camera lingers way too long on the throat bulge when she’s deepthroating, like it wants you to count how many inches disappeared. And it keeps cutting between angles so you get this weird whiplash: one second you’re watching her being pinned face-first into the sheets, getting pounded in her ass while someone else feeds her cock, next second you’re staring at a Raven stroking herself, waiting her turn, cum already drying on her tits because she got there early. The bukkake scenes hit like a messed up ritual: half-circle of futa Ravens around one poor, smug original, all jerking, then she gets painted completely, white on purple, dripping off her chin, sticking in her hair, and she looks genuinely happy for once. Or possessed. Hard to tell with her.

It leans hard into the whole “I don’t need anyone else, I’ll fuck myself” vibe, which is weirdly on-brand for Raven. She’s basically her own gangbang. Her own harem. Her own humiliation arc. You get anal, oral, stacked penetration where she’s plugged in every hole like some cursed magic artifact, and they don’t shy away from showing that everything stretches and throbs and pulses in a way that’s actually a bit too honest. Some shots are messy as hell, like whoever framed them just wanted to zoom on the veins of that big cock and forgot there’s a whole body attached. And then you get these little moments, like a Raven clone wiping cum off another’s lips with her thumb and then pushing the same thumb back into her mouth, casual as drinking coffee. It’s not romantic. It’s not “sexy story with feelings.” It’s just a goth sorceress locked in a feedback loop of cloning, using, and filling her own clones until the whole room looks like a sticky magic disaster. And somehow, that fits her more than half the “serious” fan stories out there.

You wake up as Lieutenant Arkay, already balls deep in Empire bullshit and not even sure if you’re the bad guy or just the horny one who signed the wrong paper. General Orbius dumps you on this secret research station called S.H.A.D.O.W., floating in space, quiet and cold, with that soft humming sound in the background that makes everything feel like it’s vibrating under your feet. Doors slide open with that smooth hiss, lights bloom across the floor, and every corridor feels like it’s hiding some dirty secret around the corner. It’s all very sci-fi and serious at first, then the “research” part hits: monster girls in containment, clone soldiers that look almost the same until you notice their tits or their eyes or the way they bite their lip when you grab them by the throat. There’s this weird mix of military discipline and pure filth that actually works. You’re still writing daily reports for the Empire, but between lines you’re thinking “yeah, I made her cum 3 times and then filled her ass, is that classified too, sir?”

The game plays like a sandbox of bad decisions. One moment you’re pretending to do your duty, checking data on some console like a good officer, next you’re cornering a clone in a maintenance bay, hand on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse while the other one slides into her panties. The detail is nice in a dirty way: her breath getting shorter when you grope her, the way her thighs press together when you tease instead of fuck, the sticky sound when you finally push in after too much teasing. There is one scene where you’re in this observation room, watching a monster girl train with a group of clone girls. It starts as “combat exercise” and ends as you, behind one-way glass, jerking off while the monster girl pins one clone to the floor and licks her all over, and the others pile in. Full on group sex, tails wrapping around waists, hands everywhere, one of them riding a toy while you decide if you join them or just keep being the pervy voyeur. I actually liked the titfuck scenes more than I expected, which is stupid, because usually I skip those. Here, one MILF scientist in a tight uniform kneels in front of you in some random lab, pops her tits out of the white coat, grabs your cock and presses her soft boobs around it, slow, sticky strokes, leaving little smears of precum on her skin. You can feel in your mind that warm, slick slide, her glasses slightly crooked because you pulled her hair too hard. And I still think the anal scenes are the best part, except they kinda aren’t, except they are. The pacing is a bit strange: sometimes you spend too long just walking around the station, touching consoles, listening to Orbius talk about “important projects” while you’re just here waiting to creampie another clone. At one point I got stuck wondering if the clones even remember who fucked them yesterday or if it’s all blended into one long mission report titled “Arkay abuses his authority again.” Anyway, I got distracted by this tiny thing: the sound of doors. They always make the same noise, and now my brain links it with “someone is about to get groped.” It’s annoying. I kinda love it. I was going to say something about the fantasy part with the monster girls wielding strange powers, but now I just remember the way one of them clamps down around your cock when you push in her pussy while her tentacles hold another girl open for you, and yeah, whatever, lore can wait.

In a hidden lab where secrets festered for nearly twenty years he crafted a cloning machine designed to replicate human soldiers. Humanity stood on the edge of a new era, and he was ready to tip the scales. His plan? To forge an invincible force and seize control of the planet.

But fate had other plans. The male clone - a key piece to his war machine - failed to materialize. Meanwhile, the female clones did come to life, but not quite as intended. Instead of fierce fighters, these artificial women were molded into subservient, lustful prostitutes.

Suddenly, the mad scientist found himself the master of enticing artificial beauties rather than weapons of war. These digital babes had big tits swinging, lips ready to suck him dry, and bodies begging for cumshots.

The game plunges you deep into this twisted tale of science gone wild and lust corrupted. You’ll create and customize your own seductive clones, pushing boundaries between soldier and slut. Commanding your female army isn’t about warfare anymore, but about controlling passion and unleashing forbidden fantasies.

Are you ready to break the rules of science and morality? Jump into this raw, XXX adventure where cloning meets cumshot-filled nights.

There is something very funny in this game already from the first scene, because everyone knows who Widowmaker is and here she is, but not really her, more like this cheap porn parody version that somehow feels even more dangerous. The story pretends to be this serious visual novel thing, dark room, quiet base, she is a deadly sniper and all that, but after two lines you see what it really wants from you. The writer clearly loves her body more than her lore. Camera keeps crawling over her legs, her stomach, that tight blue suit that is absolutely not regulation, and instead of long exposition you get these close-up CG shots that feel like someone paused an Overwatch match and asked “ok, what if she just dropped on her knees here.”

I like how the game does not waste time with some big world story. It is almost like a private commission turned into a short VN. You click through a few lines, choose one or two answers that slightly change her attitude, and the whole thing slowly slides into pure blowjob territory. The tension is not “will she kill me” but “how long until she gets on her knees.” At one point she is holding a rifle, talking about mission details, and the next CG just casually shifts the gun aside so her mouth becomes the main weapon. It feels very fanfic, in a good way, like reading horny Reddit comments that someone turned into pretty polished hentai stills. Not super cinematic, just very direct. Also the way they handle expression changes is nice, her eyes go from bored to annoyed to suddenly hungry, but never fully soft. She still looks like she might snap your neck after sucking you off, which is exactly the right vibe for her.

What annoyed me a bit is that sometimes the writing tries to sound deep and it really shouldn’t. There is a random line where she starts hinting at her past and emotional pain while she literally has cum on her lips, and it just feels strange, like the dev opened ChatGPT in another tab for one sentence. But then the CG comes in with her tongue pressed against the shaft, spit stretching between her lips and the tip, and my brain completely forgets to complain. They really go all in on the mouth. Wet gloss, those purple lips wrapped tight, cheeks hollowing around you, a bit of drool sliding down her chin. You can see the artist loves drawing veins and glans detail. Sometimes too much detail, honestly, because I caught myself zooming in on the UI font looking slightly off instead of focusing on the scene. That small thing still bothers me and I know they will never fix it.

What surprised me is how intimate it feels even if it is basically “Widowmaker sucks your dick, the game.” The pacing is slower than I expected. Scenes hold for a few seconds longer than porn usually does, so you notice tiny shifts of her jaw, how her tongue peeks out just before she goes deep again. There is one moment where she looks up at you with this half annoyed, half submissive stare, with your cock pushing at the back of her throat, and it is more powerful than any big dramatic twist. No complicated branching routes, no big statistics to manage, just a quiet little fantasy about having one of the most cold, deadly women in Overwatch between your legs, working you with a rhythm that feels almost too calm. The game acts like it wants to be serious spy story, but nobody is fooled. It exists for that long, slow, sticky blowjob, for that last CG where she opens her mouth to show everything you left inside and then lazily licks it from her lips like it is nothing. And then the screen just moves on like “ok, mission complete,” which somehow made me laugh harder than any written joke.