Climax Yoga is basically Mei fanservice turned into a little horny science experiment, and it kinda leans hard into the idea that she’s a stressed-out nerd with huge curves who really, really needs a break. You’re the so-called scientist, but honestly it feels more like you’re a perv with a lab coat as a flimsy excuse. The setup is stupid in a fun way: she’s overloaded with “negative energy” or whatever, and the “treatment” is a mix of yoga poses and fucking her until that cute chubby body shakes like jelly. The game knows exactly what it’s doing, too. Mei isn’t just “slightly thick”, she’s full-on soft: big tits that squish and bounce, ass that stretches her yoga pants to hell, belly with just enough plush that you want to grab it when you thrust. Nothing subtle here, thank god.

The rhythm is simple but it works if you’re into edging yourself a bit. You click through dialogue where she tries to stay professional, talking about stress, experiments, breathing techniques, while the camera keeps sneaking lower, catching her butt in tight leggings, her tits under a too-small sports top. Then the minigame pops in, and it’s basically “do you have enough coordination left in your horny brain to keep the bar in the right place.” It’s not explained much, it just appears, and you kinda figure it out while staring at her body. I played in Chrome on my laptop with like six other tabs open and it still ran fine, though the audio desynced once and it annoyed the hell out of me for no reason. She moans off-beat and suddenly I’m thinking about debugging instead of fucking a fictional snow scientist. That was the only moment where the mood really broke for me. Rest of the time I was half-slouched on my chair, one hand on the mouse, the other doing exactly what you think.

What sold it for me is how they make Mei look just exhausted at the start, bags under her eyes, tense shoulders, kind of shy about stretching in front of you, then gradually she loosens up. At one point I purposely messed up the minigame just to see if she’d get mad, and instead she just bites her lip and complains about needing “more focus” while her nipples are clearly poking through the fabric. The parody side is pretty on the nose: she talks about data, thermal output, and “stabilizing her core” while you’re basically rearranging her insides. There’s this one scene where she’s in a yoga bridge, ass in the air, belly stretched, and you’re thrusting into her while she tries to keep her voice calm like she’s still giving a lecture, and it absolutely breaks down into needy whimpering. It’s dumb, horny, and short, but I kinda liked how unpolished it feels, like some horny coder threw this together between Overwatch matches and just really, really likes thick nerd girls. Honestly, same.

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.

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.

It’s weird how this game makes guilt feel sexy. You wake up inside someone else’s head - not just anyone, but that stretchy mom-hero everyone secretly had a thing for back when Pixar still pretended innocence. The premise should be grim, revenge and all that, but the tone keeps slipping between sad and horny, like the dev couldn’t decide if it’s therapy or foreplay. The way control shifts feels personal, almost too intimate. It’s not just mind control; it’s like the game’s trying to pry into your own urges while you’re prying into hers. And maybe I’m reading too much into polygons, but when she touches herself, it’s never about lust alone - it’s about realizing her hands aren’t really hers anymore. That mechanic where you can *feel* the resistance in her movements is unsettling in a delicious way.

There’s this one scene with the aunt - yeah, the bakery one - where she talks to you like she *knows* you’re there, like she’s been waiting for the voice in her head to finally answer back. It’s creepy and tender, then suddenly it’s just obscene. I laughed because the transition was so abrupt it felt real. The body models aren’t flawless either, and that helps. A little awkward jiggle, fingers clipping through skin, like even the code itself can’t believe what’s happening. The audio’s inconsistent - sometimes soft breathing, sometimes nothing at all, dead silence while something filthy goes down. It’s that silence that hits hardest. You start thinking, maybe she’s ashamed. Maybe you are.

I hate the damn save menu though. Always pops right when things get heated, like the universe reminding you this isn’t real. But maybe that’s what makes it stick. It’s messy, it’s wrong, and it lingers afterwards like a guilty text you never sent. You’ll probably close it and tell yourself you didn’t enjoy it that much. You’re lying.