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.

Honestly, this one caught me off guard. You’d think after a dozen Naruto parody trainers they’d all blur together into the same soup of recycled sprites and lazy dialogue - but nah, this one’s got that weird, half-dreamlike pacing that makes you question if you actually clicked the right window. The story keeps slipping between “you’re some lost shinobi perv” and “you’re basically a hypnotist with boundary issues,” and somehow it works. Not cleanly, not smoothly, but like a drunk confession that goes on too long. I liked that about it. It doesn’t pretend to be noble; it just wallows in its own filth and smirks at you for following along.

The girls - hell, where do I start - Hinata’s the obvious comfort zone, soft voice and all that, but the dev went nuts with Tsunade’s scenes. Big doesn’t even cover it. There’s something almost mean about how her moments are written, like the game’s daring you to feel bad and failing miserably. Then there’s Konan, who gets criminally little attention, which pisses me off because she’s drawn better than half the cast. They all have these small quirks that make them feel more alive than they should - Sarada’s fake confidence, Temari’s sharp tongue that turns into begging way too fast. It’s messy, uneven, sometimes straight-up broken, but that’s part of the charm. When the hypnosis mechanic actually hits, it’s filthy in that old-school flash-game way - cheap, raw, no pretense.

I’ll admit, I got bored halfway through one route and just started clicking random choices, and somehow ended up in a scene with Mei Terumi that honestly shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. Maybe it’s the writing, maybe the timing, maybe I’m just easy. Either way, it stuck with me longer than I care to admit. There’s a roughness here that feels intentional, like the dev knew perfection would kill the mood. And yeah, some lines read like they were translated by a hungover intern, but whatever - it fits. It’s sleazy, shameless, and kind of brilliant in its own dumb way.

You check in at this weird, fucked up hotel thinking it’s just another quick jerk break between Discord messages and a half-finished ranked match in Valorant, and then it hits you: everyone here is hot, half-creepy, half-adorable, and technically dead. Not rotting dead, more like “came out of a lab, upgraded with big tits and attitude” dead. They call it relaxation, but it’s basically a cum economy. Your load is the wallet. Every handjob, every messy blowjob, every time you pump some zombie babe’s pussy, the counter goes up and more doors unlock. It sounds dumb when you explain it, but suddenly you’re actually thinking shit like “ok, I need 6 more loads to reach that room with the smug goth girl that looks like Wednesday had a way dirtier phase.”

What sinks the hook in is how familiar a lot of the girls feel, without the game screaming it in your face. One moment there’s a clumsy, brainy girl in an orange sweater who drops to her knees faster than my Wi‑Fi when I open Twitch, and the next you’re staring at a green-haired psychic that basically radiates “I could throw you through the wall, but I’d rather pin you to the bed and milk you dry.” A blonde in blue spandex leaning on the balcony rail like she owns the place, a tomboy with short hair and headphones who’s way too into teasing slow strokes with her hand, a shy chick with glasses who deepthroats like she’s trying to study your DNA. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle. It just throws familiar faces at you, puts a price on them, and says: pay in cum.

The loop is stupid simple, which honestly works when you’re half-awake after scrolling porn on Xvideos and going “ok, one more thing before sleep.” New day, new girl at the hotel desk or waiting in some shady corridor, each with their own number slapped on like a cheap mobile game microtransaction. Only here, you’re grinding with your dick. Do a few rounds with an early girl, blow your load, watch the counter climb. Hit that goal, suddenly a door you kept clicking before finally opens and there’s a smug zombie redhead licking her lips, asking for “payment.” Sometimes you just sit there staring at the screen because the animation hits that perfect angle and you forget you were supposed to stop after one nut and go back to Netflix. Controls aren’t special, some things repeat a bit too much, and the sound can be slightly off, but then a girl looks up at you mid-blowjob with those big, glossy, undead eyes and you’re like, yeah, ok, fine, one more round.

There is something very funny in this game already from the first scene, because everyone knows who Widowmaker is and here she is, but not really her, more like this cheap porn parody version that somehow feels even more dangerous. The story pretends to be this serious visual novel thing, dark room, quiet base, she is a deadly sniper and all that, but after two lines you see what it really wants from you. The writer clearly loves her body more than her lore. Camera keeps crawling over her legs, her stomach, that tight blue suit that is absolutely not regulation, and instead of long exposition you get these close-up CG shots that feel like someone paused an Overwatch match and asked “ok, what if she just dropped on her knees here.”

I like how the game does not waste time with some big world story. It is almost like a private commission turned into a short VN. You click through a few lines, choose one or two answers that slightly change her attitude, and the whole thing slowly slides into pure blowjob territory. The tension is not “will she kill me” but “how long until she gets on her knees.” At one point she is holding a rifle, talking about mission details, and the next CG just casually shifts the gun aside so her mouth becomes the main weapon. It feels very fanfic, in a good way, like reading horny Reddit comments that someone turned into pretty polished hentai stills. Not super cinematic, just very direct. Also the way they handle expression changes is nice, her eyes go from bored to annoyed to suddenly hungry, but never fully soft. She still looks like she might snap your neck after sucking you off, which is exactly the right vibe for her.

What annoyed me a bit is that sometimes the writing tries to sound deep and it really shouldn’t. There is a random line where she starts hinting at her past and emotional pain while she literally has cum on her lips, and it just feels strange, like the dev opened ChatGPT in another tab for one sentence. But then the CG comes in with her tongue pressed against the shaft, spit stretching between her lips and the tip, and my brain completely forgets to complain. They really go all in on the mouth. Wet gloss, those purple lips wrapped tight, cheeks hollowing around you, a bit of drool sliding down her chin. You can see the artist loves drawing veins and glans detail. Sometimes too much detail, honestly, because I caught myself zooming in on the UI font looking slightly off instead of focusing on the scene. That small thing still bothers me and I know they will never fix it.

What surprised me is how intimate it feels even if it is basically “Widowmaker sucks your dick, the game.” The pacing is slower than I expected. Scenes hold for a few seconds longer than porn usually does, so you notice tiny shifts of her jaw, how her tongue peeks out just before she goes deep again. There is one moment where she looks up at you with this half annoyed, half submissive stare, with your cock pushing at the back of her throat, and it is more powerful than any big dramatic twist. No complicated branching routes, no big statistics to manage, just a quiet little fantasy about having one of the most cold, deadly women in Overwatch between your legs, working you with a rhythm that feels almost too calm. The game acts like it wants to be serious spy story, but nobody is fooled. It exists for that long, slow, sticky blowjob, for that last CG where she opens her mouth to show everything you left inside and then lazily licks it from her lips like it is nothing. And then the screen just moves on like “ok, mission complete,” which somehow made me laugh harder than any written joke.