This one feels like some horny fan finally snapped during a camping trip and decided, “yeah, I’m fucking Gardevoir in the woods,” then actually followed through. It’s not some giant epic thing, more like a focused little shrine to one very specific fantasy: you, a trainer who clearly stopped caring about league rules, railing your Gardevoir in an outdoor spot where the grass is way too clean for what’s happening. Right away it throws you into customization instead of wasting time on story. Hair tweak, skin shade, that kind of body color stuff, how “monstery” vs “soft waifu” she looks, changing the vibe with just a couple sliders. You don’t get a huge dress-up catalog, but what is there hits the right spots. I spent way too long just swapping tiny details and zooming in on how her expression shifts when you change one option. I kind of hate that you can’t adjust height difference much, but then I forgot about it after like two strokes of the animation.

What really sells it is how damn focused it is on the actual act. You pick anal or vaginal, no bullshit, and the animation just goes. Rhythmic, sticky, and it doesn’t shy away from the messy parts. The creampie is front and center, not some little white dot and fade to black. When you go vaginal, her body actually looks like she’s taking it, not like some lazy loop. Switch to anal and the whole energy feels different, tighter, a little “wrong” in that good way, especially with her looking back at you like she knows you shouldn’t be doing this in the grass but she’s into it anyway. There’s a couple variations on speed and camera, but nothing crazy, it’s more like you’re locked into this one filthy moment and just nudging it around. Somewhere in the middle I started swearing at the screen because one tiny environment option just would not stay the way I set it, and then I got distracted again by the way the cumshot pools out of her.

The secret fun is poking around like a pervert detective. Click where you’re not supposed to, wiggle on empty parts of the UI, that sort of thing. Hit the right spots and you suddenly unlock a clothing piece that feels way too horny for an official game, or some extra little twist on the sex scene. There’s at least one hidden bit that flips the “normal” vibe of the animation into something nastier, like the animator was laughing and thinking “yeah, if you found this, you deserve this level of depravity.” I liked that it didn’t explain itself. No tutorial, no glowing arrow, just “figure my dirty secrets out if you’re dedicated enough with your mouse.” I wish there were more poses and more outdoor spots to swap between, because when you’re into multi-lover endings like I am, your brain starts imagining a whole party of mons waiting off-screen, but that never happens and it probably never will. Still, Gardevoir alone, kneeling in the open with grass brushing her thighs while you decide where to fill her, ends up being more than enough to make you close your other tabs and focus on just this one loop.

I didn’t expect a game about the Demon Slayer Corps to make me blush harder than losing a match in front of chat, but here we are. The logic puzzles look innocent, clean even, with that cozy click of tiles sliding into place - until you start unlocking “rewards.” I don’t even think rewards is the right word. When Tanjirou’s voice line kicked in after merging a perfect set, it sounded like a mix between a moan and a sigh, just a bit too long on the inhale. Maybe it was a glitch, or maybe those devs knew exactly what they were doing. And the way Shinobu’s eyes shift after the fifth stage, a fraction too slow, gives the strange impression she’s watching *you*, not the other way around. I kept thinking about the sound design, the wet pop when you connect two higher-tier buildings - it’s subtle, but yeah, definitely intentional.

What’s funny is that it’s all framed as upgrading headquarters, yet it ends up feeling like you’re teasing characters rather than managing structures. I made a perfect combo once and everything pulsed pink, even the damn cursor. Kanao shows up then, quiet but dripping with unspoken... something. Her blush animation could melt steel, but sometimes it freezes the frame entirely and forces you to restart. Infuriating, but in a weirdly rewarding way. You start thinking, “Okay, maybe one more merge, maybe the next one shows something wilder,” and then hours later your coffee’s cold and you’re still chasing one more perfect set. It scratches that part of the brain that likes order and filth at the same time.

I can't decide if the best part is the weird ASMR-engineered effect of the demon-slaying soundtrack or the slow reveal of how much of this game is secretly a fetish for control. It’s horny but methodical, like foreplay dictated by spreadsheets. The click, the glow, the sudden gasp - and then silence. Hate how much I loved that silence.

Riven here is exactly the kind of horny disaster you see at a con hotel lobby at 1 in the afternoon already half out of costume. The game just throws you right in with her and her extra equipment, no slow build, no fake romance, just “yeah, she has a fat cock and everyone is gonna deal with it.” It actually feels like one of those scuffed fan animations you watch on Newgrounds at school computer lab with the volume off, hoping teacher doesn’t walk behind you. Everything is click based, super simple, but that kind of works, because you’re not here to practice e‑sports, you’re here to watch a very smug blonde problem-child from League get used and do some using of her own. The first time her dick twitches and that little animated loop starts, I literally said “ok, that’s cute” out loud. Then two clicks later it’s not cute anymore, it’s just filthy.

The vibe is very commission-core. You can almost feel the client note like “make sure we really see the cum” burned into every animation. There’s a tiny awkwardness in how it moves that actually makes it hotter for me, like those old Flash loops people would trade on USB sticks at cons. Blowjob scene hits pretty quick, and it’s not some artsy fade to white, you see her throat work, you see spit, you see her enjoying her own power way too much. Then suddenly there’s more bodies in the frame and you realize ok, we are not in solo territory, this is proper pile of horny idiots. The threesome bits are where it gets fun, because you get those angles where her cock is buried in someone, her own mouth is busy on another, and the animation just focuses on hips and balls and messy fluids. Sometimes it loops a hair too long and you start noticing tiny flaws, a weird hand, a face that twitches wrong, but then the cumshot hits and the whole screen feels like it was waiting for that moment anyway, so you forgive everything in one second. I wish there was better sound, or any sound that doesn’t feel like a broken panel at a small town anime fest, but the silence almost feels like you’re sneaking porn on your phone behind the cosplay repair table, so it made me laugh.

Gallery on space bar is such a “coder gave up on UI” move that I kinda respect it. It’s like: ok, you saw the ride once, now pick your favorite loops and just go to town. I kept going back to the angle where Riven is getting railed and still stroking her own cock, precum drooling while her partner milks the last shot out of her. Cum flies in stupid arcs, there’s no physics, it looks like someone squeezed a mayonnaise bottle, and it still hits. If you’re the type who always stops at futa Riven art on Twitter instead of scrolling, this feels like that art finally grew legs and started moving. I do wish there was more build up, some teasing, maybe a bit of rude banter, because in my head she’s a trash-talking top who accidentally gets turned into a moaning mess, and here we jump straight into the messy part. But then again, I said that and still kept clicking like a trained animal. You know exactly what corner of your brain this tickles. And if you ever walked through a con hall and thought “if that Riven cosplayer had a cock, I’d let her ruin my weekend,” yeah, this is pretty much that fantasy pressed into a little horny Flash time capsule.

Satomi looks like the last girl who would let you bend her over a library table. Tiny cardigan, glasses, that shy “please don’t talk to me” vibe while she puts books back in perfect order. The kind of girl who blushes if you say “good morning” too loud. And of course you don’t give a shit about the books today, you’re just pretending to study while actually watching how her boobs press against the counter every time she leans forward. She’s got that soft, heavy chest that doesn’t fit the rest of her small body at all, like her tits loaded the DLC and the rest of her is still on base game. Every time she reaches for a higher shelf you catch this little flash of skin above the bra and you’re like, ok, fuck math, I’m majoring in Satomi right now.

The whole thing plays like a quick and dirty library fantasy someone wrote after failing their exam and blaming the cute clerk. It’s not some huge epic story with ten routes and trauma backstories. You walk in, you tease her with your choices, you push her buttons until her “I’m a serious book girl” act starts to crack. Pick the wrong line and she gives you that cold, polite answer that makes your dick instantly feel stupid. Pick the right one and she starts fidgeting with her hair, eyes looking away, cheeks going pink, and you can just feel her getting wet while pretending she’s still focused on her job. The game really leans into the tension of quiet spaces. You know that moment when everything is super silent and even a whisper feels loud? Now mix that with you trying to talk a girl into letting you raw-dog her between dusty encyclopedias. Every click is that “are we really doing this?” feeling.

When you finally break her, it turns from cute librarian to full-on hentai logic in like two lines of dialogue. She’s pressed against the shelves, skirt rucked up, panties shoved aside, and suddenly this girl who was guarding books like a dragon is moaning while you pound her in the “serious study” aisle. Her tits bounce out of that modest top like they were just waiting for a reason. You get that angle where her glasses are a little crooked, mouth open, eyes watery, and she’s trying so hard not to be loud, which only makes her louder. The sex goes from shy to filthy fast. You’re grabbing her hips, slamming into her, and she’s begging you not to stop, not to pull out, not to leave her empty. There’s no bullshit censorship, you see her pussy stretched around you, strings of cum when you finally flood her. You finish deep inside her and she’s just standing there shaking, dripping on the library floor like that’s totally normal workplace behavior. Books all around, shelves slightly fucked up, her hair a mess, and you both know next time you “come to study” you’re not opening a single book. It feels wrong in exactly the way your horny brain wants: quick, messy, zero consequences, just a cute librarian getting creampied between geography and romance novels.