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.

Sonia Blade walking into this thing like she owns the whole damn arena, only this time she’s not throwing kicks, she’s dropping to her knees. That contrast is what got me. You see her in that tight green outfit, all proud, all military mama, then boom, the game just turns her into this sloppy little cum-hungry toy and she still tries to keep her serious face. I was snorting at my screen like, sis, you are not intimidating with a mouth full of cock. The setup is simple as hell, no fake epic story, no long speech, just: here’s Sonia, here’s a thick dick in her face, you know why you’re here. And it works, in that cheap porn way where you kinda laugh and jerk off at the same time. It feels like a bootleg Mortal Kombat porn parody that somehow got lost and ended up as a browser game, which honestly is a compliment in my book.

The blowjob part is where the game actually gets kind of delicious. Her lips wrap around the shaft, and she starts working it with that mix of “I’m a trained soldier” and “I forgot what oxygen is.” The stroke rhythm is very simple, but it gives you enough control to play around. Deepthroat moments are the best bits: her throat bulges a little when you push too far, her eyes water just a touch, and sometimes she looks up like she’s about to murder the man and still keeps sucking. That tiny stare, right when her mascara looks like it wants to quit, is stupidly hot. There’s this one moment where you hold her head down just long enough and her cheeks hollow and she twitches like she’s torn between gagging and moaning, and I swear, that alone made me forgive the kinda janky animation on her hair. Her ponytail moves like it’s glued to a rock, and it annoyed me once and then I forgot because I was busy forcing her head down again. The sound is trashy in a good way, wet slurps, little muffled noises, nothing “cinematic,” just porn sounds. Sometimes the timing feels off, like her moan doesn’t totally match what you’re doing, but honestly, once the cock disappears into her throat, you stop caring about sync issues real fast.

The cumshot options are what pushed it from “ok porn game” into “oh girl, I’m bookmarking this mess.” When you finally blow, you can paint that blonde face like she just lost the most erotic fatality of her life, or shoot it right in her mouth and watch her struggle to swallow. When you go for the facial, it hits her lashes, drips down her nose, streaks over that perfect lipstick, and she blinks through it like a pissed-off goddess covered in jizz. Mouth finish is even better, because she opens wide, tongue out, thick white load sliding over it, and then she does this little half-satisfied, half-ashamed expression that made me cackle. She looks like she wants to shout “for Earthrealm” but it comes out as a wet gulp. I kinda wish there was more rough control, like slapping or proper domination tools, but whatever, not happening here. This thing is laser focused on her getting used like a Mortal Kombat trophy, and for a cheap filthy throat-worship session with a famous blonde warrior, it hits exactly the nerve it wants to hit, soft around the edges, messy in the middle, and nasty in all the right places.

Sparky the mischievous elf has been grinding away in Santa’s workshop, and now he’s itching for a raise but Mrs. Claus isn’t about to hand over cash so easily. Instead of money, she’s plotting to reward Sparky with something far more carnal and tempting.

The festive backdrop of twinkling lights and cozy firesides melts away as the real action heats up between them. Sparks fly as Mrs. Claus casts off her red velvet dress revealing big, luscious breasts that leave Sparky breathless.

This game doesn’t hold back on the hardcore action. Sparky’s small elf hands explore every inch of Mrs. Claus’s body, teasing her juicy nipples before plunging himself deep into her welcoming heat.

There’s a thrilling mix of domination and submission, with Sparky taking control yet utterly lost in her sensual power. The entire encounter is drenched in raw emotion and primal desire, making it clear that this Christmas is unlike any other.

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Satomi looks like the last girl who would let you bend her over a library table. Tiny cardigan, glasses, that shy “please don’t talk to me” vibe while she puts books back in perfect order. The kind of girl who blushes if you say “good morning” too loud. And of course you don’t give a shit about the books today, you’re just pretending to study while actually watching how her boobs press against the counter every time she leans forward. She’s got that soft, heavy chest that doesn’t fit the rest of her small body at all, like her tits loaded the DLC and the rest of her is still on base game. Every time she reaches for a higher shelf you catch this little flash of skin above the bra and you’re like, ok, fuck math, I’m majoring in Satomi right now.

The whole thing plays like a quick and dirty library fantasy someone wrote after failing their exam and blaming the cute clerk. It’s not some huge epic story with ten routes and trauma backstories. You walk in, you tease her with your choices, you push her buttons until her “I’m a serious book girl” act starts to crack. Pick the wrong line and she gives you that cold, polite answer that makes your dick instantly feel stupid. Pick the right one and she starts fidgeting with her hair, eyes looking away, cheeks going pink, and you can just feel her getting wet while pretending she’s still focused on her job. The game really leans into the tension of quiet spaces. You know that moment when everything is super silent and even a whisper feels loud? Now mix that with you trying to talk a girl into letting you raw-dog her between dusty encyclopedias. Every click is that “are we really doing this?” feeling.

When you finally break her, it turns from cute librarian to full-on hentai logic in like two lines of dialogue. She’s pressed against the shelves, skirt rucked up, panties shoved aside, and suddenly this girl who was guarding books like a dragon is moaning while you pound her in the “serious study” aisle. Her tits bounce out of that modest top like they were just waiting for a reason. You get that angle where her glasses are a little crooked, mouth open, eyes watery, and she’s trying so hard not to be loud, which only makes her louder. The sex goes from shy to filthy fast. You’re grabbing her hips, slamming into her, and she’s begging you not to stop, not to pull out, not to leave her empty. There’s no bullshit censorship, you see her pussy stretched around you, strings of cum when you finally flood her. You finish deep inside her and she’s just standing there shaking, dripping on the library floor like that’s totally normal workplace behavior. Books all around, shelves slightly fucked up, her hair a mess, and you both know next time you “come to study” you’re not opening a single book. It feels wrong in exactly the way your horny brain wants: quick, messy, zero consequences, just a cute librarian getting creampied between geography and romance novels.