Damn, I was expecting some polished AAI production but got this weird fever dream instead. The whole premise sounds like someone threw every popular waifu into a blender with vacation vibes - you got Hinata lounging by pools, Tsunade doing... well, Tsunade things, and somehow Makima ended up serving cocktails? The art's all over the place too, some CG looks decent while others feel rushed, but honestly that's part of the charm. You're this resort worker trying to bang basically every anime girl who ever made you question your life choices during puberty.

What gets me is how they just dumped everyone together without caring about continuity. Bulma's chatting with Nami about... resort management I guess? While Yor's doing her assassin thing but in a bikini. The dialogue ranges from surprisingly sweet romance attempts to straight-up "let's fuck behind the tiki bar" energy. Some scenes with Mitsuri actually made me feel things before immediately cutting to Nobara being aggressive as hell - gave me whiplash but not complaining. The sandbox elements let you wander around hitting on whoever, though the interaction system feels clunky. Sometimes clicking on Yoruichi just makes her repeat the same flirty line three times.

The sex scenes vary wildly - some are genuinely hot with decent buildup, others feel like they were animated by someone who learned anatomy from hentai exclusively. Shinobu's route surprised me with actual character development before the inevitable creampie finale. Meanwhile Makima's just... being Makima but horny, which works I guess? The whole thing feels unfinished in places, dialogue cuts off mid-sentence sometimes, but there's enough content to keep you busy. Just don't expect AAA polish when you're getting your rocks off to seeing Momo in situations that'd make her classmates blush.

I swear this game messed with my head more than any so-called “psychological” visual novel ever did. You wake up rich, spoiled, surrounded by girls who look like they stepped straight out of some fever-dream crossover - like, imagine Asuka Langley arguing with Hinata about who gets to sit closer to you at breakfast, and then Merlin just casually walks in wearing nothing but a towel that doesn’t even try to do its job. It’s ridiculous, yet there’s something weirdly believable about it. Maybe because the dream logic fits too well: everything looks perfect, but your brain keeps whispering that something’s off. I liked that uneasy feeling until it got buried under all the moaning and skin. Then again, maybe that’s the point - when reality breaks, people reach for pleasure first. Or I’m overthinking pixels again.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but you’re supposed to choose between helping Yor Forger study or letting Jinx drag you to her room. I picked Yor, thinking it’d be wholesome. Yeah, right. Five clicks later she’s on the desk, glasses half-off, saying things no spy should ever say. The animation isn’t flawless; sometimes her eyes lag behind her face, which made me laugh when I shouldn’t have. But that glitchy charm stuck with me longer than any of the polished stuff. And the sound design? Way too real. My cheap headphones couldn’t handle Tsunade’s voice purring through them. Still, I kept replaying the same moment like an idiot chasing déjà vu.

Funny thing: I started playing for the sexy chaos, but ended up stuck thinking about that blank-memory setup. Like maybe the main guy deserves the confusion. Maybe we all do. It’s a horny game pretending to be philosophical - or a philosophical game pretending to be horny. Doesn’t matter. When Nami whispers something about “remembering the wrong things,” I actually paused. Then I unpaused, because, well… she was already moving.

Miku really woke up one day, looked at her whole idol career, the concerts, the glowsticks, the rhythm games, the YouTube playlists, and said: “Nah, I wanna get absolutely wrecked by a stupid-looking vegetable.” And honestly? Iconic behavior. The whole thing feels like some drunk hentai artist lost a bet and had to mash Vocaloid, groceries and porn together. You load it up and there she is, that familiar blue-haired digital princess, except now she's spread open, moaning way too loud for someone who's allegedly “embarrassed,” and getting friendly with a mutant veggie that looks like it crawled out from the back of your fridge and went to the gym. The tentacles don’t waste time. One curls around her waist, another lifts her leg like it's doing yoga with her, and before you even think “Wait, is that a cucumber with feelings?”, she’s got one fat tentacle stuffing her pussy and another bullying its way into her ass like it owns the place.

The game is basically all about the build-up to that first proper double penetration, and they really milk it. Her face goes from shy “oh no, this is wrong” to “yes daddy chlorophyll ruin me” in like ten seconds. The camera loves her thighs, then jumps in close on the penetration, then backs up again so you see her tiny body trying to handle this ridiculous plant monster. There’s this one moment where the tentacle in her ass pulls out just a bit, and you see her hole twitch, and then it slams back inside in one smooth move, and she squeals in that high-pitched Miku voice that sounds like someone mixed an orgasm with a ringtone. If you’ve ever used Pornhub or xVideos and ended up in that weird hentai rabbit hole at 4 tabs deep, it feels exactly like that, just more focused and with you in control of when the big creampie happens. And the cumshot is stupid in the best way. The vegetable starts pulsing like it’s overheating, then just unloads in both her holes, thick white juice spilling out while she’s shaking and drooling, and you’re there like “girl, that’s not safe for digestion.” The mess keeps dripping, she keeps clenching, and the tentacles are still moving slightly like they’re not done with her, which is honestly kind of rude but also hot.

The thing that got me is how the game pretends to be about her “embarrassment” then gives you all those lewd angles like a pro porn shoot. At one point she’s pretending to push the tentacle away with her hands, but her hips are grinding forward, taking more of it, and you can’t tell if she’s resisting or just being dramatic, and that’s exactly the chaotic camp I live for. It’s not deep, it’s not clever, and the plot could be written on a napkin, but the way her tight little body flexes around those tentacles when they start going harder is… yeah. I was using it in Chrome on my phone first, then switched to desktop on Firefox because I wanted a bigger screen, and the whole thing still felt like I was doing something I absolutely should not be doing in a normal browser. It’s filthy, cheap, loud, and that last double creampie, where both holes overflow and you see the white spill mix and slide down between her cheeks? That’s the moment you realize our girl has fully retired from PG-13 rhythm games and is now employed by produce. Honestly, good for her.

Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.