It’s a weird kind of wrong that feels almost too confident about itself. The game just throws you right into this hotel-room-styled tension between Ben and Gwen, like there’s no excuse, no build-up, just quiet breathing and the kind of slow curiosity that only gets worse the more you watch. The control scheme is barely there - you think you’re just clicking around to peek, but then you’re moving hands and lips like you’re trying to pass off an accident as an experiment. The pacing makes it feel like time stretches sideways. There’s that one moment where Gwen turns, half-asleep, and it’s not clear if she knows what’s happening, and you catch yourself leaning closer like a total creep. God help me, I think that’s intentional.

Half the time the audio feels too loud, but maybe that’s the point - it’s not polished, like it’s meant to break the “cartoon world” with uncomfortable realism. The blowjob scene looks like it was stitched together by someone who didn’t care about pretty, just raw motion, the way her throat tightens around him while he mutters things that sound more like apologies than dirty talk. And then when you switch to doggystyle, yeah it’s cliché, but the way the lighting flickers - it’s distracting as hell and, weirdly, kind of hypnotic. The game’s rhythm keeps screwing with you: it slows down on the heavy stuff like missionary creampie and then speeds up when you least expect, like the code itself is embarrassed about what it’s showing. I got annoyed at that. Then again, maybe that’s why I didn’t stop.

You can tell whoever made this knew exactly what nostalgia they were playing with, too. There’s this sick mix of childhood memory and adult hunger that no one wants to admit enjoying. Kind of like watching something too close to a secret. The handjob bit feels almost shy, then the facial lands out of nowhere, breaking the build-up in the most abrupt, stupidly real way. I hate that it worked. I hate that my mouse hand twitched even after the final loop restarted. If that’s not the most human reaction, I don’t know what is.

It’s weird how this game starts like it’s pretending to care about plot. You think it’s about Tsunade gambling again, being her usual chaotic self, but nah - two minutes in and it just throws you into the mess. There’s this sense of shameless humor I kinda liked; it doesn’t even try to justify anything. She owes money, her solution involves clones, and everyone’s naked before you can blink. The sound effects are ridiculous - like someone mixed old arcade bleeps with wet noises, and somehow it works. I laughed, then got turned on, then laughed again. The rhythm feels accidental, like a loop someone forgot to trim, but that’s part of the charm. You can almost imagine some guy in 2008 coding it while blasting Eurobeat in the background.

What I didn’t expect was how expressive the faces are. Not polished, but raw in that flash‑era way where every exaggerated blink feels hand‑made. Tsunade’s boobs take up half the screen, sure, but her grin sells it more than the physics. I caught myself clicking too fast just to see if the clones would glitch out - and they did, kind of melting together mid‑animation. It’s oddly beautiful, like a broken GIF that refuses to die. The Raikage scene hits different - too fast, too much flexing, but there’s this energy, like two powerhouses trying to out‑moan each other. I remember thinking, “this shouldn’t be hot,” and yet.

Story? Barely there. But the pacing keeps you hooked, because it’s never just sex - it’s comedy wrapped around sweat. I like that it doesn’t moralize; it just exists, messy and loud. The cumshot ending lands with a splat that feels almost celebratory. Would I call it art? Maybe not. But it’s got that same rough soul as old chiptunes - imperfect loops, dirty fun, no pretense. You finish it and kinda want to replay, even though you know every beat. Maybe that’s nostalgia, or maybe I’m just into stupidly honest smut. Either way, it lingers.

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.

The third Subway Fucker feels like watching a porn loop that suddenly grew a brain cell and decided to bully one girl for our entertainment. There’s this same big-tit slut from before, already in that “yeah I know I’m trash, fuck me harder” phase of her life, and the game just leans into it. She’s tied up, helpless, not some empowered warrior queen, just meat on a rail. It starts with this mechanic dildo setup that looks like something someone would try to sell on AliExpress with a broken description. It just goes in and out, pussy and ass, like a fucked-up train schedule. There is no romance, no buildup, nothing cute. She’s used like a test dummy for penetration. The funny part is how quickly your brain stops thinking “oh that’s rough” and just goes “yeah, deeper, faster, come on, break her a bit.”

The guy isn’t charming at all. He feels like that sweaty pervert you avoid sitting next to in real subway. Big cock, zero manners. When he switches from watching the machine do the work to actually slamming into her, there is this nasty vibe like she’s not a person anymore, just a hole set. Pussy first, then flips her for doggystyle, then anal like it’s checkbox on his to-do list. The game doesn’t pretend she has any real say in it; it’s closer to *** fantasy than “rough sex.” You notice little details, like how her body arcs when he pushes too deep in her ass, or the way her tits bounce when he uses her throat like a pocket. The blowjob segment is long enough to make you feel slightly guilty, especially with the facial abuse part, him ramming her head down so there is that choking vibe, spit and tears mixing with cum. It’s all very “I shouldn’t enjoy this,” while you still keep watching. The best part is probably how her big boobs become their own side show. Paizuri happens like an afterthought, but it still looks filthy, his cock sliding between them, and then he just paints them and her face, and you realize you’re staring at smears on nipples like it’s high art.

There’s also this creampie moment that’s weirdly intimate for such a cruel setup. After everything, he still pumps a load inside, like marking territory. Pussy and ass end up used, leaky, stretched, and she looks exhausted, but not in a “I had a good time” way. More like “I need a shower and a therapist, in that order.” The 3D style helps sell the abuse a lot more than it should. You can see small things, like how her expression flicks between shock and forced pleasure when he pushes both holes with machine and cock. Double penetration here isn’t just a tag, it actually feels crowded inside her. There’s almost no romance with the camera either. Sometimes it lingers too long on his balls, or the angle is slightly off, and you catch yourself annoyed that you can’t rotate view, but then he slaps her ass and the annoyance just disappears. The whole thing feels like someone filmed the worst day of her sex life and looped the highlights. It’s disgusting, hot, a bit pathetic, and weirdly honest about what it is: one girl, tied, broken in, filled, covered, then sent “home” like a used toy that still kind of smiles.