This thing feels like someone grabbed Zenless Zone Zero, shook it until all the plot fell out, and then stuffed the gaps with boobs, ass and weird sci-fi kink. In a good way. Mostly. You drop into this broken-future city where every alley looks like a porn set pretending to be a war zone, with those endless “zones” acting like basically horny dungeons. One moment you’re listening to some corrupted AI mumbling cryptic stuff, next moment you’re balls-deep in a girl who definitely should be focusing on the mission instead of riding you against a console that still has warning lights blinking. I like that the story keeps pretending it’s serious. There are memory fragments, data leaks, corporate secrets, all that. But the real thing you remember is Ellen pinning you to a wall, breathing heavy, while alarms scream in the background and she’s still half-talking about protocols. You know that classic “we’re in danger, we shouldn’t be doing this” moment? Here it happens like every ten minutes and somehow doesn’t get old, even though it absolutely should.

The whole visual novel style works nice with the parody vibe. You pick choices, watch the girls react, push them a little, pull back, then push too far because you want to see the lewd branch, and suddenly you’re locked into some very specific fetish scene you weren’t planning for but now you’re like “ok, fine, guess I’m into this now.” I had one run where I tried to play the polite, reliable agent type, always picking the “respectful” answer. That lasted until Miyabi showed up in that tight combat outfit, teasing non-stop, fake scolding me for “unprofessional behavior” while clearly begging for it. I picked the “stay focused” option and the game still found a way to throw me on a bed with her, leggings halfway off, her huge tits bouncing while she pretends she’s annoyed. Total liar. Later, same girl, different route, she rides your face like she’s trying to smother you, talking about “data synchronization” like that means anything when her thighs are around your head. And I swear the coders knew what they were doing with camera angles. Every time a big ass leans over a console, the important hologram is just... there, but your eyes are not there, you know.

What I liked most is how it keeps mixing the sci-fi talk with pure hentai brain. There’s some mission about stabilizing corrupted zones, and the way you “stabilize” one of them is basically fucking the anomaly out of an Ellen clone whose chest is so big it looks physically illegal. She’s shaking, glitching, flickering between normal and corrupted, and your “solution” is to fuck her until the glitch settles. It’s stupid, I laughed, then I replayed it twice. The parody of ZZZ is kinda loose, like it remembers Zenless when it wants a cool excuse for a fight, then forgets and just zooms in on cleavage. But there’s charm in that mess. One scene had you sneaking through a lab, trying to avoid cameras, and suddenly there’s a “stress relief protocol” event. Door locks, gas hisses, and some overdeveloped android with planet-sized tits calmly explains she needs your cock to “calibrate performance.” Ten clicks later, she’s begging, moaning your name with that perfect fake-robot echo, and you totally forgot there was even a stealth section. I kinda wish there were more quiet moments where you just hang out with the girls without every conversation turning into “oops I fell on your dick,” but also, that’s exactly why I kept clicking next instead of opening Twitter. Or, you know, going outside. The game knows exactly what it is and never pretends otherwise, except when it suddenly throws a surprisingly sweet line in the middle of a blowjob scene and you’re sitting there, pants down, feeling weirdly emotional while a girl with ridiculous big tits is drooling all over you. That’s the vibe here. And I’m not complaining. Mostly.

I opened Trapfield Hotel expecting cheap jokes, like the kind plastered over the usual porn-jam games that think one good tit jiggle equals writing. But this thing, weirdly, has personality - it doesn’t *care* if you laugh, moan, cringe, or all three. The first scene drops you right into the lobby, naked ego and literal everything else hanging out, and a boss who’s so tall and cocky she might as well have wings. She flirts in that half-mocking way that makes you forget it’s just text on a screen. It’s hot, but not sterile-hot. Like it’s someone smirking behind the monitor, teasing you, waiting for you to mess up your dialogue choice so she can make you regret it with a slap or a forced smile or - well, you can imagine.

Half the time I was laughing though. There’s this bit where you’re delivering towels, and the towel cart bumps into a femboy maid whose breasts bounce like they’re trying to escape gravity. He apologizes three times, blushes, and still finds a way to drag you into the staff room for “training.” The game just *leans* into that ridiculous energy, and somehow it works. It’s obscene and dumb and kind of brilliant. It’s like the dev watched a hundred hentai parodies and then decided to make one that actually feels alive, with just enough self-awareness that it never becomes boring.

Not everything hits - sometimes the dialogue repeats itself, and one room scene had lighting that looked like a fever dream, but maybe that’s on purpose; it kinda fits the corruption tone, like the hotel itself is drunk. The whole thing swings between dominance and submission faster than I can decide who’s winning. I caught myself rooting for the protagonist, then laughing when the milf receptionist literally turned him into her pet for forgetting to clock in. It’s chaotic, wet, over-the-top, and somehow honest, like it knows exactly what kind of filth it’s serving and invites you to enjoy how messy that is. Nothing polished, nothing polite, just raw kink with a wink.

Whole thing plays in my head like a burlesque routine I never got to put on stage. Fate girls, but not the polite kind you show to your vanilla friends from Reddit. This feels more like the back room after the show when the corsets are half open and everyone is a little too drunk on their own tits. It takes that Fate vibe and just squeezes it, literally, like the dev asked “what if the Holy Grail was actually a pair of gigantic boobs wrapped around your cock” and never walked that idea back. Plot is basically “Master, you like my breasts?” and honestly that is already a stronger motivation than half the visual novels on Nutaku. You land in scenes where the tits arrive first, character names second. Saber-looking girl with armor that exists only from the waist down, a Caster type who clearly spent all her mana on cup size, and I swear one of them has a breast window so deep I could fall face first and disappear for a weekend.

The vibe is slow, sticky, focused. There is this one scene I still keep replaying in my head: you are sitting there, cock already out like the game just assumes your pants did not survive the title screen, and she leans in with this smug “I know exactly what I am doing” face. No rushing to penetration, just her wrapping those huge soft things around you, adjusting her grip like a dancer finding the right balance on stage. The little slide of skin-on-skin, the way her fingers squeeze from the sides so the nipples kiss along the shaft with each stroke, that tiny detail killed me more than any cumshot CG. And the facial close up when she feels your cock twitch between her boobs, this mix of pride and hunger? Yeah, I choreographed a whole fan dance in my head around that, slow circles of feathers following the rhythm of her tits pumping. The game pretends to be parody but sometimes it feels more honest than the source, like “forget saving humanity, this is the real contract.”

It is funny because nothing super complex happens. Mostly tits and cock and that’s it. No harem chaos, no map hopping, no stupid grind. Just a focused worship of massive breasts and the poor bastard pinned between them. Scenes hit hard, even when the animation is stiff or the loop feels a bit cheap. Like, I complained in my mind about the way her hair clips into her chest, then two seconds later I am groaning because the next frame lines your tip perfectly with her cleavage and my brain just shuts up. Some transitions are awkward, like the cumshot comes a bit too early or the camera jumps, but it almost feels right, like sex where you miss the beat and both laugh, then keep going. It is Fate, but only the parts every fan secretly wanted: the girls turning that big cock into their personal Holy Grail ritual. Dare to pretend you clicked it “just for the parody” and not because those big tits had your name written all over them.

This one is basically a horny little confession letter wrapped in a visual novel, written by someone who definitely has a redhead fetish and probably too many secret folders in their browser. You play the curious stepbrother, walking around the house thinking she is just your hot, moody stepsis with huge tits and attitude, while she is quietly wrestling with the fact that her “secret” is not some cute tattoo but a thick futa cock she is hiding under those shorts. The whole tone is “I shouldn’t want this but I absolutely do,” and the game milks that for every awkward look, every too-long stare, every “accidental” touch. It starts almost wholesome and then veers straight into “oh shit, we are really doing this” territory once his curiosity turns from “why is she so distant” into “why is she blushing when I sit too close and why the hell is something bulging under her skirt.”

What I liked is that her futa side is not treated like a cheap punchline. She is insecure, kind of prickly, and uses humor as armor. The script actually leans into that. She cracks dirty jokes, roasts you for being a horny idiot, then immediately goes shy when you compliment her. One scene where the MC walks in on her half dressed and she is desperately trying to hide her cock using a pillow had me snort-laughing, not because of clown humor, but because it was exactly that kind of “I am doomed” panic. And then, when the cat is out of the bag and he realizes his stepsister is packing something bigger than his ego, the vibe flips from teasing to heavy domination really fast. There is a point where she pins him to the bed, her tits in his face, cock throbbing against his stomach, genuinely asking “you sure you want this?” even though the answer is obvious from the way he is already leaking. The game goes full futa on male, no coy fade to black, with long CG shots that linger on penetration, precum threads, messy faces. It is explicit without pretending to be classy. Also, whoever drew the veins on her shaft was clearly very proud of them. She uses that thing like it owes her money.

The humor sticks around even during the dirty bits, which helps a lot. She keeps calling him “pervy little stepbro” while choking him with her cock, which should not be as hot as it is. The step fantasy is leaned on hard but played with a wink, like the game knows you have been on Pornhub and is just giving you the upgraded VN version. Some choices are basically “do you want to be a brat and get dominated harder, or be obedient and get rewarded with her using your mouth like an onahole,” and both routes end with your ass getting claimed anyway. The writing occasionally trips over its own English in a way that made me think of old fan translations on Fakku, but honestly it kind of fits the trashy charm. It is not trying to be deep, it just wants to show you a busty, sarcastic redhead stepsister with a massive dick absolutely wrecking the guy who thought he was the one doing the seducing. You open it in one tab, forget your other apps exist, and suddenly your keyboard needs a wipe.