You open this thing on your phone, half expecting another cheap porn clickbait, and suddenly you’re a guy who accidentally pissed off a demon and got turned into one, then yeeted back into some messed up version of the Demon Slayer era. Everyone looks familiar, but nothing is quite right. Nezuko is hotter and way more flirty than she should be, Kanao is shy but actually gets horny if you push the right buttons, Mitsuri’s tits are ridiculous even by hentai standards, and then you’ve got futa demons and MILF characters who really don’t respect personal space. It feels like you somehow matched with the whole Demon Slayer cast on Tinder and they all agreed to meet on the same night. Bad idea. Very good idea.

This isn’t just “click next, see boobs, cum, close tab.” You’re walking around in a sandbox map, chasing events, picking where to go, who to talk to, and who to piss off. You run into Shinobu and you’re thinking “ok, soft sadist vibe, let’s go,” and next second you’re stuck in this turn based fight where you’re half-hard and half-panicking because if you screw up your choices you get your ass kicked instead of getting to pin her to a tree. One minute you’re flirting with Tamayo in a calm, polite way, the next you’re getting dragged into some horny demon brawl with Susamaru who talks shit while bouncing her boobs like they’re part of the attack animation. I liked how the combat and sex both feel like trials: fail and you get punished, win and you’re rewarded with a scene that doesn’t feel copy-pasted. The game pretends to be about “good path” and “evil path” but honestly? Half the time you’re just choosing between “fuck them lovingly” or “fuck them while acting like a complete bastard.” It’s still romance though, in that trashy Pornhub comments kind of way.

The part that really got me is how everyone sort of recognizes you as this familiar guy from their world, but also not. You kinda look like a certain water boy, but not really. Giyu treats you weird, like he wants to stab you and also trusts you, and if you push into the evil route you can use that to break him a bit. There’s furry stuff popping in from nowhere, futa demons that show up when you’re already juggling a harem, and some of the Ubuyashiki family are way too bangable for people who are supposed to be background support characters. The 3D models have that “mobile porn game ad” feeling, like, sometimes the physics go a little crazy, tits clipping through clothes, and I actually love it because it feels dirty and wrong, like you opened a bootleg Demon Slayer porn app you weren’t supposed to find. One second you’re having this almost sweet scene with Aoi where she’s patching you up and blushing at your abs, and the next you’re balls deep in a demon MILF in the woods, trying to remember if you picked the “help humans” path or the “ruin everyone” path. It pretends to be about morality, but deep down it’s about seeing how far you can push these characters into your personal pervy timeline, and how much you can abuse the fact you’re not fully human anymore. Honestly feels less like a heroic journey and more like horny time travel speed dating where every route ends with someone calling you a monster while still begging for another round.

On the cusp of his tenth birthday, Omni, a young boy brimming with excitement, eagerly anticipated the commencement of his Pokémon adventure. However, fate had a cruel twist in store for him. As the sun peeked over the horizon, casting an ethereal glow upon the slumbering town, Omni succumbed to the allure of Morpheus' embrace, oversleeping on the most pivotal day of his life. By the time he groggily stumbled out of bed, his heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration, he realized with dismay that he was woefully behind schedule. Desperation propelled him towards Professor Oak's laboratory, the epicenter of all Pokémon aspirations. However, upon arriving at the hallowed halls of the professor's abode, Omni was met with a sight that sent shivers down his spine.

The lab was eerily silent, devoid of the usual hustle and bustle. Pokéballs sat untouched on dusty shelves, and notes fluttered neglected on cluttered desks. Omni’s breath caught as he noticed a cryptic message scrawled hastily on the whiteboard - an urgent call to action. With trembling hands, he realized his journey wouldn't be the simple adventure he’d imagined, but a wild, dangerous chase against time and unseen foes.

Now, every step Omni takes drags him deeper into a world where trust is scarce and danger lurks behind every corner. Ready or not, his Pokémon journey has twisted into something raw and unpredictable, daring you to dive right in.

Dive into Omni's fractured world and carve your own legend from the chaos. The clock is ticking. Are you ready to face what lies beyond the familiar? Start playing now.

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.

Con Quest feels like somebody got horny at Comic-Con, opened RPG Maker, and just refused to stop until every girl in a Pokémon outfit was getting railed. In a good way. You walk around this nerd convention, not to catch monsters, but to hunt down girls in cheap, tight cosplay that looks like it came from AliExpress and then got “modified” with scissors and zero shame. They’ve got the Pikachu chick whose ears keep wobbling while she’s getting fucked, the grumpy Gardevoir girl who pretends she’s above it all but spreads fast as soon as you push the right dialog options, and a ridiculous amount of bad puns about balls, trainers and catching them all. Sometimes it lands, sometimes it’s like watching your drunk uncle discover hentai on TikTok. Still, I laughed. Then I got hard. Not always in that order.

The flow is simple: explore the convention floor, poke at everything like a horny raccoon, talk to cosplayers, pick the lewder dialog, and trigger scenes. There’s that one moment where you finally talk your way backstage, past the fake “staff only” sign, and find a girl in a half-finished Eevee outfit, ears on, top off, still holding a hot glue gun while you bend her over a pile of foam props. Completely unsafe, 10/10. Another time I burned a whole coffee break just trying every dumb answer in one dialog tree to see which one would push the “Misty-but-not-Misty” girl from rolling her eyes to literally riding your face behind a merch table full of body pillows. The game sometimes pretends it’s a serious little quest with items and mini-challenges, then instantly switches to “okay, now fuck her on the floor between two trash bins.” That chaos made it feel like an actual con, to be honest. You run in circles, get lost, end up in the weirdest places, and suddenly there’s a half-naked furry Pikachu grinding on your lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Sex scenes go hard on the cosplay angle. Costumes stay on just enough to be stupid hot: tail getting grabbed, ears getting pulled, fake paws on your chest, panty lines under ripped bodysuits. There’s one where the girl’s wearing a super tight yellow suit and you only pull it down to her waist, so her tits bounce out while the hood still has the goofy little face on it. It looks silly and filthy at the same time, like a hentai parody you’re slightly ashamed to enjoy but you still do. Some animations loop a bit clunky in spots and the moans sometimes sound like they were recorded in someone’s bathroom on an old phone, but honestly that kind of fits the whole dirty-fan-project vibe. I was more annoyed that sometimes I clicked too fast, skipped a line of dialog I actually wanted to read, and there’s no quick, clean way to step back one sentence. Also there is one NPC who looks like she would 100% fuck you behind the fake cardboard Poké-center booth and she never does, and I’m still mad about that. The mix of convention humor, shameless cosplay kink, and “gotta catch every slutty costume” energy made it feel like wandering through a horny, corrupted Nintendo fan meetup where nobody cares about the panels, only about who’s getting pounded in which costume next.