This one is basically someone asking, “what if those famous poke-women were less about battles and more about getting absolutely ruined,” and then actually following through with it. Story is simple on the surface: you’re not chasing monsters, you’re hunting their trainers. Or mothers. Or champions. The whole thing flips the usual journey idea into “collect a full set of horny women and see who breaks first.” Instead of grinding levels, you’re kind of grinding their resistance, if that makes sense. It starts almost innocent, like regular parody stuff, then suddenly you’re tossing that H pokeball and she’s on her knees calling you master like it was the most natural thing.

The first real shock for me was when you use the ball on Delia. In the main series she’s this soft, caring mom that makes sandwiches and talks about your health. Here she’s smiling, then there’s a flash, and the next second she’s kneeling with drool on her chin, looking up at you like your cock is her new religion. The game doesn’t really waste time on big emotional scenes, it just goes straight to things like forced oral and “yes, master” dialogue. Her mouth animations go from slow and shy to sloppy and eager, and every time the text pops up where she thanks you for using her, it hits that weird mix of wrong and hot. And then the game pretends none of that is messed up and just moves on to the next target. I kind of liked that total lack of guilt, even though the writing sometimes feels like someone typed it in a hurry between porn tabs on Chrome and forgot to spellcheck half the lines. There’s one line where a character moans “I am feel so good, master” and it broke my brain for a second. I still remember it, which is more than I can say for half of the porn games I tried on itch and Nutaku.

Cynthia’s stuff is where it got interesting and also kind of stupid at the same time. She’s always shown as this cool, confident champion in the anime, and here the whole idea is that you knock that calm attitude off her face one thrust at a time. The first time you trap her, she’s acting pissed, calling you a pervert, trying to keep her composure. Then that H pokeball glow hits and her pupils change, and suddenly she’s grinding on you like she’s been waiting her whole life for a thick cock from a random trainer. There’s this one scene where she’s riding you, her skin tone contrasted against yours in proper interracial porn style, and the text says she’s “losing all sense of dignity while her pussy begs for more.” The thing is, a few lines later she’s back to cool champion talk, like she didn’t just scream your name with her tongue hanging out. That whiplash is weird, but also kind of fun, in a trashy RP sort of way. And the harem angle sneaks up on you: suddenly you have Delia on one side, Cynthia on the other, and Lenora showing up as this total powerhouse milf, thick thighs and big tits that bounce way too much to be practical. There’s a part where you’re making Lenora suck you while Cynthia licks your balls, and Delia is waiting her turn, and the whole thing feels like a browser tab you’d open on XVideos with “harem” and “milf” filters on. I still wish the game didn’t reuse certain moan sounds so often, it got stuck in my head like a TikTok audio, and not in a good way. But the raw idea of turning these women into your own little slave collection, passing them around your cock like they’re just another badge to earn, that hits a very dirty fantasy nerve. It’s not clever, not classy, sometimes not even written well, but it is horny in a very direct, shameless way that a lot of polished stuff somehow forgets.

Ricky’s problem is very simple and very dirty. He can’t stop thinking about his neighbor’s girl, that hot blonde with the heavy tits and lazy smile, Rangiku. The game throws you right into his fantasy, only it’s not fantasy this time. Nick is away, room is quiet, lights kind of dull like late afternoon porn, and she’s there on the bed, knocked out, sleeping in that careless way that makes everything feel even more forbidden. Her boobs rise and fall with each slow breath, shirt a bit too tight, panties just a little visible when the camera lingers. Nothing screams at you, the pace is slow, almost shy at first, which makes it more fucked up when you realize what you’re about to help him do.

What I liked a lot is how the sound carries the whole thing. It’s not Hollywood sex moans. It’s softer, closer, like your ear is near her mouth. The faint rustle of the sheet when you move her clothes, that tiny sigh when fabric brushes over her nipples, the way the room stays quiet except for her breathing and your own heartbeat that you almost imagine. No big music track, no stupid upbeat tune killing the mood. Just her, half asleep, and this horny idiot Ricky who keeps pushing his luck. Sometimes the camera holds too long on her face while she’s still snoozing, and you just stare, waiting for a blink that never comes, which is somehow hot and a bit creepy. Kinda like when a hentai screenshot suddenly feels more alive than your ex.

You’re not passively watching either. You click, you choose where his hand goes first. Do you slide her top up slowly and expose those big soft breasts, or pull the blanket down and stare at the curve of her ass pressed against the mattress? When you peel her clothes off piece by piece, she doesn’t fully wake up, but her body reacts, hips twitch, lips part, a low moan slips out like she’s lost inside a wet dream. At some point, when Ricky finally fucks her, the game lets you control the rhythm. Short, shallow thrusts that tease you more than her, then deeper ones where her sleepy moans get longer, more needy, like her body is saying yes while her mind is still floating. It’s filthy and very porn logic, you know it, yet your hand keeps moving the mouse. I kinda hated that her hair clips look a bit wrong in some angles, like they copied them from a cheap cosplay photo and never fixed the model, and it kept distracting me, but then her tits bounce and I forget what I was complaining about. The whole thing feels like a slow, sticky fantasy you’d jerk off to after watching a Bleach AMV on some sketchy site, only now you’re the one deciding how far Ricky goes with Rangiku’s sleeping, busty body.

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.

Paul McClain isn’t your usual kind of detective. He dresses too sharply for small-town work, talks too smooth for his own good, and has this look that says *he’s seen some shit but still wants to see more*. The job seems simple at first - find the lost daughter of some rich asshole from England - but nothing about this place stays clean for long. Springfield’s full of girls who might fit the age and the attitude, all of them wrapped up in their own secrets. One moment you’re interrogating someone over coffee, next moment she’s half undressed and using her tongue to teach you what kind of “clues” she’s got. Yeah, this investigation gets real physical real quick.

What’s funny is, the game sometimes pretends to be about justice and logic and detective work, but then throws those out the window the second a tight blouse leans too close. I tried to keep things professional, but you get pulled into the heat of it - all that teasing, the slow unbuttoning, the kind of moans that make you forget what question you even asked. It’s not just fucking for the sake of it though; the interactions actually tell you about the girl - whether she’s shy, manipulative, or just bored enough to fuck a detective for fun. There’s a weird honesty in how raw it gets. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes damn awkward, but it never feels fake.

The town itself feels alive in a dirty, ridiculous way. You’ll knock on fancy doors expecting answers, end up tied to a chair with some woman threatening to “torture” you for information - though her definition of torture gets awfully wet halfway through. Not everything lands perfectly. Some dialogue sounds like it was written during a hangover, and one clue chase dragged longer than my patience. Still, you can’t stop. There’s always another suspect with that maybe-it’s-her look and another secret under her clothes. When you finally find the one with the mark on her ass... well, by then, truth feels like the least interesting thing you’ve discovered.