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.

Isekai Brothel feels like someone cracked open my anime watchlist, dumped it on the bed, and said, “Ok, pick who you wanna fuck first.” It’s a dating sim wrapped around a brothel idea, but not the usual boring “pick one route, marry waifu, roll credits”. Here you jump between worlds and timelines, grab girls from different series, and basically run this horny multiverse where fidelity is a suggestion, not a rule. As a poly person this hits weirdly close to my fantasy: not needing to “pick best girl”, just stacking them like a chaotic harem Jenga tower and seeing what breaks first, your dick or your free time. And yeah, it’s messy. The art style and scenes don’t always match perfectly between girls, the transitions sometimes feel like someone hit the skip button too fast, but honestly that fits the vibe. It feels like a porn stash, not a museum.

What I liked a lot is how it leans hard into the “brothel” part without pretending to be moral about it. You flirt, you pay, you fuck. Sometimes you date first, sometimes you go straight to raw dog in a rented room. One moment I was having a kinda sweet “date” with a shy girl, choosing dialog options that made her open up, and then suddenly I was balls-deep while she begged me not to pull out. The jump from wholesome to filthy is fast and I actually enjoy that whiplash. There are quick sex scenes for when you just want a 2-minute stress relief, and longer dates where you build some tension before ruining her makeup. The game throws in fetishes pretty casually, like, “Oh, you clicked this girl again? Guess we’re doing anal now” and doesn’t over-explain anything. It trusts that if you’re on an adult site and recognize half these characters, you already know what you’re here for. One tiny thing that annoyed me: sometimes dialog sounds like it was translated twice through Google, then drunk-edited, but honestly I still liked that more than fake polished porn writing that nobody talks like.

The multiverse teleport tech is a cool excuse for why everyone is in one place, but the real fun is when you start mentally mixing “lore” from different shows while you’re mid-thrust. I was fucking a certain very proud, very stacked demon girl while thinking “if her boss from that other universe walked in right now, he’d probably applaud.” Then I switched to a sweet healer-type girl and went from rough choking and hair pulling to soft missionary and kissing like some kind of emotional whiplash speedrun. The game doesn’t punish you for jumping from girl to girl; it almost encourages it, like “you liked that dommy mommy? Nice, go cuddle the awkward schoolgirl now, coward.” It’s not trying to be classy, and I appreciate that a lot. Sex here can be romantic, sure, but it can also be just sloppy blowjob in a side room while other clients are busy in the back. I kinda wish there were more scenes where the girls interact with each other and not only with you, like full-on group sessions that acknowledge relationships between them, but at the same time I like the feeling that I’m sneaking from room to room, collecting different bodies and personalities like a horny little goblin. The whole thing feels like a guilty browser tab you forget to close, which is exactly how this kind of game should feel.

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.

Naruto: Trials of Menma throws you into this weird, horny side corner of Konoha where everything feels familiar and wrong at the same time. You’re Menma, like Naruto’s shadow version, not just a reskin, more like the dev’s excuse to mess with the cast without ruining canon too hard. It’s a visual novel with 3dcg scenes that look way better than I expected from a browser game, especially when the camera gets too close to Sakura’s chest or Hinata’s shy face turning bright red. The story pretends to care about shinobi politics and secrets in the Leaf, but honestly the real “hidden truths” are like: who’s secretly dripping for Menma, and how far can you push them with a mix of teasing, groping, and that slow corrupting vibe. One moment you’re in a semi-serious talk about missions with Naruto Uzumaki, next moment you’re alone with Sakura in some hallway, pressing her up against the wall, her pretending she hates it while her thighs twitch. The game loves that line where the girls act offended and still don’t pull away.

The way each girl is handled feels different. Sakura Haruno is all attitude and fake resistance, snapping at you, calling you an idiot, then freezing up when your hand stays on her ass one second too long. I had one scene with her in the hospital where she’s “checking your injuries” and the camera is definitely not focused on the bandages. You can push, grope her a little too obviously, and the animation sells it when her body leans into your touch for just half a breath. Hinata Hyuga is like soft porn weaponized. She can’t make eye contact, fidgets with her fingers, the classic shy girl thing, but the game lets you be cruelly patient with her. There’s a training ground scene where she trips, lands basically in your lap, and instead of jumping away she just sort of trembles while you slide your hand up her thigh. The teasing there is slow, almost painful, like you’re drawing circles on her skin and she’s waiting for you to go higher, but she can’t ask. In contrast, Ino is more predatory and it’s hot as hell even when it makes no sense. She leans on you, smirks, calls you “Menma-kun” like she already decided you’re her toy, then somehow she’s the one getting pinned and groped, pretending she let you win. That flip happens too fast, but her smug face melting into something needy hits just right.

What surprised me is how being a male protagonist that isn’t Naruto changes the whole mood. You’re not the goofy hero, more like this darker mirror walking through Naruto Shippuden vibes but twisted. Talk to Naruto himself and you almost forget it’s an adult game, then ten minutes later you’re sneaking around Konoha, hunting for a moment alone with Hinata while she’s technically still “his” crush. It feels deliciously wrong, like cheating in a story that never belonged to you. The animated bits are short but they focus on exactly what you want: a hand sliding under Sakura’s skirt, Hinata flinching as fingers graze her panties, Ino pressing your hand tighter on her own chest instead of pushing it away. Sometimes the pacing is a bit off, like you jump from mild flirting to full-on groping in the same dialogue chain, and I honestly got annoyed by one line that kept repeating in different scenes, like the writer forgot they used it already, but then Hinata’s tits bounce in that shy breathing animation and my brain just forgives it. It’s not subtle, not perfect, and the tone jumps from dark, almost villain-like stuff to goofy parody, then straight into horny grinding in a blink. Somehow that messy energy fits Menma’s whole thing. You’re walking around in Naruto’s world, but all your choices smell like lust and bad intentions, and every girl you meet ends up as another canvas for your hands and your dick, whether it takes gentle teasing or rough groping to get there.