This one feels like somebody took every filthy Tifa doujin from early 2000s, blended it with those old “milk factory” flash games, then said “ok, but what if we actually go too far this time?” and just never hit the brakes. You start with Tifa already trussed up like some prize cow, arms tight, chest pushed out, and that stupid cruel machine sitting in front like it knows it’s the real main character. No build up, no romance, just click and her huge tits get locked into those harsh metal cups. The first time they start pumping and you see the milk actually spray and collect, it hits that classic hentai brain spot, very old-school “broken shrine maiden” energy, but with a Final Fantasy cosplay skin that honestly fits almost too well. She’s trying to keep that strong Tifa face and failing, and yeah, that’s the good part. You tweak intensity, watch the nipples get abused, see the flow change, and the camera just sits there and stares, like the game is as obsessed with her chest as every teenage boy from the PS1 era.

What really got me grinning like an idiot was the whole closed loop thing. Milk comes out, then hey, guess what, it’s going right back in. You crank the milking, the tube fills, then suddenly she’s basically forced to chug her own stuff, cheeks hollowing, throat swallowing, that desperate panic in her eyes. It’s disgusting and hot at same time, very hentai logic. Her belly swelling as the milk floods her inside, that old “liquid inflation” style you saw in weird doujins nobody admitted to owning. Watching her stomach rise while the boobs are still getting tortured is such a stupid, specific fetish hit that I had to pause a moment just to laugh. They even give you that final “release valve” in the back, opening the anal gate and letting everything gush out, like some perverted dairy pipeline. The first time I clicked that, the way her body twitches as the milk blasts out of her ass, it felt like a punchline to a joke only hentai veterans understand. It does get a bit samey after a while, since it’s really just you, Tifa, the machine, milk everywhere, some sliders and timing, no side stuff, no little extra positions. The sound loop also cuts just a tiny bit awkward at one point and now I can’t not hear it. But I keep coming back anyway, watching her get milked dry and overfilled again, because that look when she’s right between pain, humiliation, and dumb pleasure scratches a place modern pretty, polished games forgot existed.

Korra is sweaty, pissed off at her own training routine, muscles tight, hair stuck to her neck, and the last thing she expects is Asami rolling in with that smug little I’ve-been-building-something-naughty smile. She’s not here to cheer from the sidelines. She’s got a “new project” she just has to field test, and of course it’s something only a horny rich genius like her would even think of: a bending-powered cock that literally moves with water. Not a normal toy, not just a strapon with some extra vibration, but a smooth, fluid shaft that swells, twists, pulses like it’s alive, all under Korra’s control or Asami’s, depending who’s calling the shots. It looks like something between a sex toy and a high-end smartphone prototype, and also like it should not be anywhere near a vagina without a full safety manual, but that’s part of the charm. Asami’s already acting like she knows Korra is going to say yes. She’s not wrong.

There’s no shy “maybe we should kiss first” energy here. These two already fucked before, they already tasted each other, they already did the whole slow finger teasing in a Satomobile and then pretended it was an accident. Now it’s just straight to that hungry, familiar “I want you again” vibe. Korra’s body goes from combat stance to fuck-me stance in one breath. Clothes come off with that messy, rushed feel, not pretty, not staged. Sports top half rolled, pants around one ankle, Asami still wearing something stupidly stylish because of course she is, one glove off so she can adjust settings on her new toy and the other still on when she grabs Korra’s hair. The game pulls you right into that moment where Korra spreads her thighs almost impatient, a little arrogant, like she’s challenging the machine to keep up with her. Then you see the water respond: tightening, swirling, the shaft reshaping with every tiny flick of bending, going from thick and blunt to slim and pointed, then bulging on one side to grind right on that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. It’s not just porn, it’s literally fashion for fucking: change the shape, change the curve, change how it shines with the reflections on her wet skin. I wish her sports gear changed look after all that sweat and sex, but it stays annoyingly clean in some scenes and it bothers me way more than it should.

What I liked most is how it lets Korra be a show off and a mess at the same time. One second she’s grinning with that cocky “Avatar can handle anything” face, bending the water so the shaft pistons deep and strong, hitting her own cervix just because she wants to feel the edge of pain. Next second she loses focus, the shape slips thicker than she expected, and she gasps, hips jerking, eyes rolling up as Asami leans in and whispers shit in her ear. There’s a moment where Asami straps the rig to herself, and suddenly it’s not just some remote toy, it’s Asami with this liquid, shifting dick, using Korra like a training dummy on the mat, fucking her from behind while Korra claws the ground, water pooling under her belly from all the bending feedback and her own juices. They skip all the cutesy warm up and just go hard, like two women who already know every weak spot, every sound. The toy curves up, grinding her clit from the inside while Asami’s hand circles from the outside, and Korra’s thighs are shaking like she just finished a full day of sparring. It’s obscene, but in that very specific “of course this is what these two would invent together” way. You can feel that this isn’t some random lesbian scene thrown together, it’s Asami treating sex like tech design, and Korra treating a dildo like it’s just another way to push her limits. Eventually the water is splashing, her voice is cracking, Asami’s lipstick is smeared, and everything feels messily right and also slightly unsafe, which is exactly why it works.

It starts like a memory you weren’t supposed to see - Sakura cornered in that dusty puppet chamber, the air thick with chakra and something darker. There’s no soft fade-in, no polite warning screen, just the red haze of Sasori’s control filling the space while his mechanical limbs twitch with intent. You realize quickly this isn’t a fight anymore; it’s an undoing. Each movement of his puppets is too slow, too deliberate, like he’s savoring how she can’t quite escape. The animation doesn’t rush, it lingers on that cruel rhythm between domination and despair. You can almost hear her breath catch when those segmented arms start exploring what they shouldn’t. It’s uncomfortable and hot at the same time, like watching power turn into lust right before your eyes.

What’s strange - maybe brilliant - is how the game doesn’t try to justify anything. It just lets the scene happen. Sasori’s face stays blank, emotionless, while Sakura’s expression shifts from rage to disbelief to helpless moans that sound wrong in the best way. The tentacles - metal, not flesh - move with this cold precision, wrapping around her wrists, sliding under her torn clothes, then deeper, pushing until she arches and the whole screen trembles. You keep tapping, probably too fast, because every touch triggers another wave of motion, another thrust, another broken whimper. It’s hypnotic. Filthy. Sometimes the timing feels off, though, like the animation stutters right when it should hit hardest, but maybe that makes it even more real - like your phone’s overheating from what it’s showing you.

There’s a point where you forget this is parody and start thinking maybe this secret jutsu was always meant to be obscene. The way the puppets hold her up, how the light hits the sweat on her skin - it’s pure fantasy, but it drags you down with it. I’d call it “Best Use of Tentacles,” hands down, because nothing else in the Naruto smut corner captures that mix of horror and arousal so perfectly. And if you think you’re ready for it, I dare you - watch without blinking, try not to lose control before the final frame.

I opened this one in a side tab on Chrome while pretending to answer Slack messages, and instantly regretted not having a second monitor just for the ass physics. It hits you right away that this is someone’s filthy love letter to NieR: Automata, but written with one hand on the mouse and the other… yeah. The girl is basically that cold anime combat doll type, but here she’s less “glory to mankind” and more “glory to whatever is slamming me into this metal floor”. And the robot is not some cute helper unit. It’s this blunt, heavy thing that fucks like it was programmed for nothing else. No romance, no teasing, just piston logic and wet sounds.

The first blowjob scene actually made me pause my Spotify because I wanted to hear every tiny sloppy noise. She drops down, visor on, all calm like this is standard mission protocol, and then the camera slides in close and you see her lips stretch around this mechanical shaft that looks way too big for a “support unit”. The tongue animation when she tries to swallow more than she can handle is stupidly good. She chokes a bit, drool ropes down her chin, and there’s this one moment where she looks up, eyes slightly crossed from the strain, and it’s like “yep, this is the brain rot I came here for”. The cumshot there is hilarious in a good way. It’s like someone forgot to limit the fluid output in the design doc, so the robot just unloads this thick white mess right across her visor, and she kind of twitches like her internal systems lagged for a second. I actually rewound just to watch the first spurt hit the glass. Tiny detail, but it sticks in your brain harder than the big stuff.

Then the actual fucking starts and it goes from horny to sort of spiritual trash. They play with positions just enough so it doesn’t feel like a loop you’ve seen a million times on other sites. The one where he lifts her up and pounds her while her legs are shaking, that one is burned into my soul in a very specific, very dirty spot. You can see her trying to keep that cool android composure, but the hips tell the truth, they keep jerking back into each thrust like her body wants more than her brain wants to admit. When he pulls out and pushes back in for the creampie, the way her pussy stretches around the shaft is way too lovingly drawn. It feels almost wrong how much work went into that one second. And yeah, the cum filling her up is thick and slow, not that cheap “white spray and fade to black” stuff. They even have this tiny pulse inside her when he finishes, like you can see her insides clenching around the load.

What surprised me is how the extra endings are handled. It’s not just “click this for anal, click that for normal”. I was messing around, tapping random choices on my phone while pretending to type a work email, and suddenly I got this alternate scene where her reaction flips from reluctant to straight up cock-drunk. Same robot, same metal room, but her eyes go softer, her moans change, and she actually grinds back into him when he’s trying to pull out. In another run I somehow triggered an ending where he doesn’t pull out at all, just buries himself and keeps dumping inside until her belly bulges the tiniest bit. It’s subtle, not cartoon-balloon huge, and that made it so much nastier for me. I hated one tiny thing though: there’s a half-second camera cut where the angle is slightly wrong, like her leg clips a bit, and my brain keeps going back to that instead of the rest of the glory. It annoys the hell out of me, and I still replayed the whole thing three times on Firefox just to be sure it wasn’t lag. The vibe is filthy, mechanical, obsessed with cum and control, but also weirdly tender in how much attention it gives her mouth, her thighs shaking, her little post-orgasm spasms when the robot keeps using her like a tool that learned how to enjoy being a tool. It feels like someone looked at NieR’s sad robots, threw the philosophy in the trash, and asked a better question: “what if the pod just wanted to breed its operator until she can’t walk straight?”