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.

This Naruto flash game caught me completely off guard, and honestly? Still processing what the hell I just experienced. Tsunade's gambling addiction finally catches up with her in the most ridiculous way possible - instead of just owing money to some loan sharks, she's literally using shadow clone jutsu to handle multiple dicks at once. The setup is absolutely bonkers but somehow works within the Naruto universe's logic of "solve everything with weird ninja techniques."

What really gets me is how they handled Tsunade's character here. She's not some helpless victim - she's scheming her way out of debt using the most Tsunade solution imaginable. The dialogue has her trash-talking while getting face-fucked, which feels surprisingly authentic to her personality. Though I gotta say, the Raikage scene comes out of nowhere and doesn't really connect to the debt storyline at all. Like, suddenly we're in a completely different scenario with Ay, and I'm not complaining because the guy's built like a brick shithouse, but the transition is jarring as fuck. The titjob mechanics are pretty standard - click and drag type stuff - but they animated her massive tits bouncing in a way that's genuinely hypnotic.

Sound design is where this thing really shines though. They got voice acting that actually sounds like moaning instead of those weird squeaky noises most flash games use. Tsunade's gasps when she's deepthroating sound legit desperate, and the wet slapping sounds during the boobjobs are *chef's kiss*. The cumshot animations are surprisingly detailed too - like they really went all out making sure the facial expressions looked properly fucked-out. Only complaint is the clone jutsu visual effect looks cheap as hell, just some basic particle effects that don't match the art style. But when you're balls deep in a Hokage's cleavage, who's really paying attention to special effects anyway?

You ever start a game thinking it’s just another parody and then suddenly you’re watching Delia Ketchum bend over a lab table like she’s about to teach anatomy class the hard way? Yeah, that’s this one. It starts all innocent - Pallet Town, sunshine, that “I overslept again” energy - and then, bam, you’re in Professor Oak’s lab snooping through his stuff and learning he’s been researching... let’s just say “human-pokemon compatibility” in a way no academic journal would publish. The tone flips faster than a Tinder match gone wrong. One second you’re pretending to care about rare species, next second you’re covered in way more than curiosity.

Delia, though - holy hell. They made her look like the definition of “MILF who knows exactly what she’s doing.” She’s got that soft mom energy but says things that would make even Team Rocket blush. The scenes with her feel weirdly personal, like the game’s reading your dirty thoughts out loud. There’s a part where she leans in too close, her voice dripping honey and sin, and you just *know* this isn’t about Pokémon anymore. The writing’s cheeky as hell, half jokes, half filthy confessions, and somehow it works. You’ll laugh, you’ll groan, you’ll maybe question your childhood a little.

The pacing’s messy in that good kind of way - it doesn’t care about logic, just about pushing you deeper into its horny fever dream. You might roll your eyes at the story, but then the next scene hits and suddenly you’re invested in seeing how far the “research” goes. Controls? Who even cares, you’ll figure ‘em out with one hand anyway. It’s trashy, it’s fun, and it’s got that nostalgic kick twisted into something you definitely can’t talk about in polite company. Kind of like if Pokémon grew up, got divorced, and started posting thirst traps at 2 a.m. on Twitter.

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.