I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.

Climax Yoga is basically Mei fanservice turned into a little horny science experiment, and it kinda leans hard into the idea that she’s a stressed-out nerd with huge curves who really, really needs a break. You’re the so-called scientist, but honestly it feels more like you’re a perv with a lab coat as a flimsy excuse. The setup is stupid in a fun way: she’s overloaded with “negative energy” or whatever, and the “treatment” is a mix of yoga poses and fucking her until that cute chubby body shakes like jelly. The game knows exactly what it’s doing, too. Mei isn’t just “slightly thick”, she’s full-on soft: big tits that squish and bounce, ass that stretches her yoga pants to hell, belly with just enough plush that you want to grab it when you thrust. Nothing subtle here, thank god.

The rhythm is simple but it works if you’re into edging yourself a bit. You click through dialogue where she tries to stay professional, talking about stress, experiments, breathing techniques, while the camera keeps sneaking lower, catching her butt in tight leggings, her tits under a too-small sports top. Then the minigame pops in, and it’s basically “do you have enough coordination left in your horny brain to keep the bar in the right place.” It’s not explained much, it just appears, and you kinda figure it out while staring at her body. I played in Chrome on my laptop with like six other tabs open and it still ran fine, though the audio desynced once and it annoyed the hell out of me for no reason. She moans off-beat and suddenly I’m thinking about debugging instead of fucking a fictional snow scientist. That was the only moment where the mood really broke for me. Rest of the time I was half-slouched on my chair, one hand on the mouse, the other doing exactly what you think.

What sold it for me is how they make Mei look just exhausted at the start, bags under her eyes, tense shoulders, kind of shy about stretching in front of you, then gradually she loosens up. At one point I purposely messed up the minigame just to see if she’d get mad, and instead she just bites her lip and complains about needing “more focus” while her nipples are clearly poking through the fabric. The parody side is pretty on the nose: she talks about data, thermal output, and “stabilizing her core” while you’re basically rearranging her insides. There’s this one scene where she’s in a yoga bridge, ass in the air, belly stretched, and you’re thrusting into her while she tries to keep her voice calm like she’s still giving a lecture, and it absolutely breaks down into needy whimpering. It’s dumb, horny, and short, but I kinda liked how unpolished it feels, like some horny coder threw this together between Overwatch matches and just really, really likes thick nerd girls. Honestly, same.

This thing feels like someone’s horny sketchbook got turned into a toy by accident, and I kinda love that it’s rough around the edges. You start as this smug master type who clearly thinks he’s some big duel champion of girls, except nothing is really shiny or epic. It’s more like: here’s your first slavegirl, she’s half-finished, her expressions are not fully consistent, and still you immediately start thinking, “ok, how do I break her in without totally wrecking her stats.” It has that early browser hentai vibe, like those old Flash slave sims people pretend they never played but we all did. You’re not just clicking through pictures; you’re juggling mood, obedience, sexual training, money flow, and random events that kick your plans in the balls when you least expect. One day you schedule a nice calm training routine, then some duel request pops up and suddenly you’re rushing to pump her skills so she doesn’t go out there acting like a useless pillow princess in front of the other masters.

The lewd stuff hits pretty quick, but it doesn’t feel like those factory-made VN scenes where you read walls of text before touching a boob. Here it goes more like: “ok, her submission is high enough, now let’s see how far we can push anal training without her totally hating you tomorrow.” The scenes are short, sharp, dirty. When you send her to do whorish jobs to earn money, you actually feel a bit guilty because her affection drops if you treat her like cheap meat too fast, but you still shove her into that job anyway because you want the cash for better toys. I like when a scene unlocks and the girl looks at you with that mix of fear and need, like she knows she’s just property but she also wants your approval so bad she’ll lick anything you tell her to. It’s messed up and sweet at the same time, in that hentai logic way. Sometimes the art is lovely cute and sometimes her body proportions wobble a bit, and honestly that inconsistency turns me on more because it feels like I’m peeking into the artist’s work-in-progress folder instead of some sterile final product. The UI is simple but I kept clicking the clock by accident and suddenly a whole day jumped and I lost a perfect training slot, and now I’m irrationally annoyed at that clock, but I still keep using it.

What really got me hooked was that little loop where you tune a girl like she’s a lewd instrument for those master duels. You grind her obedience, sharpen her sexual skills, then toss her into a match and hope she can outslut the other trainer’s pet. One duel I lost hard because I focused too much on making her a good obedient maid and almost ignored her actual erotic technique. Watching her stand there, blushing, not knowing how to move her hips while the opponent’s girl rode like a porn pro was hilariously humiliating. For her and for me. I went back and changed her schedule: morning oral, afternoon anal practice, evening “special service” with restraints, then a little cuddle session at night so she doesn’t mentally snap. She still complains sometimes, and that tiny pout before she kneels again is exactly the kind of kawaii corruption I collect in my head like trading cards. If you want to squeeze every spicy drop, treat the schedule like a puzzle: mix cruelty with care, push her into filthy training when you see a stat plateau, then pull back and spoil her a bit so she clings to you instead of running in her mind. Use the duels as your exam, use the bed as your classroom, and never trust that stupid clock to behave.

That resort game, the one mixing all those anime worlds together, feels like it was made by a group of sleep‑deprived modders who somehow hit the exact kind of chaos that’s actually fun. You show up as this nobody, supposed to manage a handful of “special guests,” and within ten minutes you’re knee‑deep in half‑serious flirting with characters who definitely don’t act like they did in their shows. Yoruichi teases you like she knows she’s the hottest woman walking that beach, and Hinata - yeah, Hinata - is way too forward for someone who used to blush at eye contact. I laughed when Momo starts discussing work schedules while half‑undressed like that was a normal HR meeting. The writing’s nowhere near perfect, but it has that unfiltered vibe that makes you forget you’re reading a script.

There’s a weird rhythm to the sandbox bits. You wander around pretending to manage resort stuff, but mostly you’re hunting for the next scene that’ll ruin your concentration. The choices matter only half the time, and when they don’t, it’s almost better - like the game’s winking at you, saying “yeah, we know what you’re here for.” I got stuck once because I kept getting distracted by Mitsuri’s pool animations (don’t judge me). The transitions between locations feel choppy, sometimes even glitchy, but then a random scene with Nobara saying something filthy just resets your patience. It’s like being scolded and rewarded at once. Also the music - why is Miku on the speakers? Feels cursed but in a way that fits.

There’s something kind of honest about how it doesn’t try to be subtle. One moment you’re sunbathing, next you’re part of some ridiculous love triangle where Makima pretends she’s not manipulating the whole mess. Every “romance” route is written like a fanfiction draft that someone forgot to edit, yet it somehow nails the messy excitement of it all. You’ll roll your eyes, you’ll screenshot things you shouldn’t, and you’ll probably tell yourself “just one more scene” before realizing the resort has already swallowed you.