This game caught me completely off guard with how shameless it is about foot worship. Like, the developer really said "fuck subtlety" and just went all-in on the fetish content. You're this pathetic dude who can't stop jerking off every night, begging the universe for help, and instead of getting divine intervention you get a succubus who's basically like "bro, let me show you what real power looks like."

The crossover aspect is absolutely wild - you've got Aunt Cass from Big Hero 6 giving footjobs while Helen Parr is getting her ass pounded in the background. Azula's there being her usual domineering self, except now she's using her fire powers to... well, let's just say temperature play gets interesting. The AI-generated art is honestly pretty decent for what it is, though some of the proportions are fucking ridiculous. Like, they gave Marin Kitagawa tits that could probably crush a watermelon. Not complaining, just saying. The mind control mechanics work exactly how you'd expect - you summon these girls and they're basically your personal fuck toys. Raven's goth energy hits different when she's choking on your cock, and don't even get me started on what they did with Ty Lee's flexibility.

What really gets me is how the game doesn't pretend to be anything other than pure masturbation fuel. There's no deep story, no character development - just you using demon powers to make cartoon waifus worship your feet and drain your balls. The bukkake scenes are absolutely filthy, especially when multiple girls are involved. Lady Tsunade's experience really shows when she's working that titfuck game. The whole "cock milking" theme runs throughout everything, and honestly? Sometimes that's exactly what you need. The foot fetish content is surprisingly detailed too - they actually put effort into the toe-sucking animations and the way the girls' feet look. It's unpolished as hell but in a way that feels authentic rather than lazy.

Angst starts like one of those nights where you tell yourself “we’re just going to talk” and you already know you’re lying. You’re in Miles’ head from the first click, and it’s messy in there in a way I really liked. He’s not some porn superhero, he’s a dude who jerks off to stuff on xHamster and then stares at the ceiling after, wondering if he just fucked up his brain. The game leans hard into that feeling. One moment you’re talking to Claire about dinner, next moment you’re mentally picturing her on her knees with another guy’s cock in her mouth while you smile like everything is fine. It doesn’t rush to the fucking, and that actually made the first blowjob scene hit harder. When Claire slides down and you finally see her lips wrapped around a dick after all that build-up, it feels earned. Disturbing, but earned. The creampie scenes? They are not just a “yay, cum!” moment. You see Miles watching, trying to pretend this was exactly what he wanted. His wife filled up from inside by someone else, and he is half hard and half sick. That’s the kind of energy the game has: horny as hell, but with this little knife turning in your gut at the same time.

I like how the game uses silence. You have moments with no music where Claire is just thinking, or you are, and your brain fills the gap with every bad thought. It reminded me a bit of checking Telegram when you know you shouldn’t, scrolling through some old chat where you said way too much. The 3D models are surprisingly expressive when they want to be, like her fake smile when she tells you she “enjoyed it, but only for you.” At the same time, some angles are kinda jank, like someone posed them quickly in DAZ while half watching Netflix and went “eh, good enough, players only care about tits anyway.” The sex animations have that amateur charm: the way her hips move while another man pounds her pussy looks a bit looped and mechanical, but the context saves it. There’s a scene where Miles gives her oral after she just got fucked, and you know damn well what he’s licking up. Game doesn’t spell it out, it just lets your imagination do the dirty part. I had to pause my browser once, no joke, just to go “wow, dude, you’re actually letting this happen?” It feels less like classic cheating porn and more like watching a slow car crash where the driver has a boner.

At some point they start doing this weird “swinging but not really okay with it” thing. One club visit in particular sticks in my head: dim room, fake classy vibes, guys looking at Claire like they already own her, and she’s trying to act confident while her eyes keep flashing back at Miles, waiting for a sign. You pick a dialog option that sounds brave in your head and then the next scene shows your wife kneeling between two strangers, taking one dick in her mouth while another guy lines up behind her, and Miles is there, trying to be this cool dominant mastermind, but honestly? He looks like a spectator in his own life. The game plays with that a lot. Male domination is technically there, you can bark orders, grab her hair during oral, shove her down on cock, but underneath that, the real control is slipping away piece by piece. There is one vaginal scene where she is riding someone else, moaning in this way you never got from her before, and you can literally feel the moment Miles realizes he is not the main character in the room anymore. I kind of laughed, then felt bad, then got hard again, in that order. Also, tiny thing that annoyed me: the game window resizes weird when you alt-tab to check Discord, and it pissed me off more than any jealousy scene. Anyway, Angst doesn’t hold your hand, it just hands you this fantasy of sharing your wife and then whispers “are you really ready for what happens after the cum shot?” and walks away.

Waking up with a crystal humming against your chest and absolutely no clue where your pants went. That’s the vibe. The whole thing is deliberately rough around the edges, like a sketch someone got too horny to finish properly, but honestly that adds something. A particular scene early on, this spirit girl with tits that defy several laws of physics, she just pushes you down and the way the CG hentai art catches her expression. It’s not polished. It’s hungry. Her mouth goes from a smirk to wrapped around your cock in this sloppy, wet sequence that doesn’t even try to be elegant, and the sound design is just these wet, obscene noises that feel ripped from a much dirtier project.

The mechanics, if you can call them that, are basically a harem checklist. You meet a spirit, there’s some fantasy babble about sealing powers, and then you’re in a voyeuristic loop of group sex and femdom moments that don’t pretend to be anything else. One minute you’re getting a handjob under the table while another girl watches with this detached curiosity, the next you’re buried in a big ass while the dialogue tries to convince you this is saving the world. The domination stuff is weirdly specific, one spirit keeps calling you a pet and honestly the writing for her is better than it has any right to be. The humor lands accidentally most of the time, like when a serious plot point about destiny is immediately followed by a blowjob scene where the physics glitch and her head detaches for a frame. I wish they’d leaned harder into the big tits absurdity instead of half hearting the fantasy lore, but that’s not getting fixed.

If you’ve ever had a group chat on an app like Telegram go completely off the rails into fantasy roleplay, you’ll recognize the energy here. It’s messy, it’s horny, and it doesn’t care if you judge it. I spent way too long trying to figure out if the blurry background in one scene was a castle or a bedroom, and that’s the kind of game this is. Not for someone who needs a finished product. For the polyamorous player who’s already juggling three conversations and wants a fantasy that matches that chaotic rhythm, the deliberate lack of polish feels like a feature. Just don’t expect the story to remember what it was doing five minutes ago.

It's the "worlds" thing that gets me. Not the usual mushroom kingdom nonsense, but this grimy, looping purgatory of sewers and goblin camps. Mahrio, looking like he crawled out of a bargain bin AI generator, keeps promising Peaches a castle. She's over it. The narration, surprisingly decent for what this is, hammers home her exhaustion. Not just tired of walking. Tired of his stupid mustache, his empty promises, the way he fumbles at her dress with those gloved hands.

Then the goblins come. And here's the part that'll stick to your brain like gum. Peaches doesn't scream. The first one just grabs a fistful of that blonde hair and she... sighs. Like she's been waiting. The animation loops are janky, no doubt, but the voice work sells it. A bored, regal tone melting into something else entirely as a green hand shoves her to her knees. The blowjob scene is framed like a grotesque parody of a royal ceremony. She maintains eye contact with Mahrio, who's tied up watching, while her throat bulges. The domination angle isn't about chains. It's about her choosing to let these monsters use every hole just to spite her would-be hero. The anal scene in the later camp is brutally straightforward, her narration describing the stretch in clinical, detached terms that are somehow filthier than any screaming.

The AI art is a mess. Fingers melt, backgrounds shift, and in one scene a goblin's cock straight up disappears for two frames. I wish the story wasn't so fragmented, you get a juicy bit of her internal monologue and then it's just three static sex loops in a row. The fantasy world building is all in the text, barely on screen. But that text? It's doing heavy lifting. A princess weaponizing her own degradation. It's not polished, it's barely functional in spots, and the Mario parody feels slapped on with a copyright-dodging sticker. Yet I kept clicking. Not because it's good, but because Peaches' quiet, venomous narration in that AI-generated castle of horrors felt more honest than any triple-A romance. Don't expect a game. Expect a grimy, voiced storyboard where the princess finally gets to say what we all knew she was thinking in those damn pipes.

High School DxD parody games are usually all the same: show you Rias’ tits, loop some moaning, throw a lazy blowjob scene and call it a day. This one actually tries a bit more, which is weird, because it still feels kinda trashy in a good way. You start as the usual no-luck guy at school, the type who pretends to look at his phone in the hallway just to not make eye contact, and then suddenly you’re surrounded by girls from DxD acting like your dick is the center of the universe. Rias walking up in that school uniform, leaning over the desk while pretending to talk about “club activities”, but the camera just stays on her cleavage for way too long, and before you even click anything she’s already hinting that she wants to taste you. The whole thing pushes masturbation and hand stuff pretty hard at the start, like it really wants you to work for the first blowjob, but the pacing actually helps the scenes feel hotter later, when you finally get Rossweisse or Akeno on their knees.

What I liked is how the school setting is used as a dirty background instead of some serious story. You’re technically in a classroom or club room or empty hallway most of the time, but nobody bothers pretending this is normal. Koneko sitting casually next to you in class while you try to hide your boner under the desk, the text teasing that she notices, then cut to a short animated loop of her hand sliding into your lap. It’s not some big “romance route” thing, it just happens, like a horny daydream. Same with Akeno: she starts flirty and soft, then suddenly she’s on her knees behind the lockers, drool on your shaft, looking up with that smug “I own you” face while you try not to groan too loud because, yeah, technically you’re still at school. Those little animated loops work better than I expected, they repeat, sure, but there’s enough movement in the hair, tongue, saliva, tits bouncing, that it never feels totally dead. I hate that the sound mix sometimes spikes too loud for no reason though. You lower the volume for the menu music, then the first oral scene hits and her slurping noise sounds like your speakers just turned into a porn megaphone. I keep forgetting to fix that and then it annoys me again, and then I forget I was annoyed when Akeno starts gagging enthusiastically on my cock.

Monetization is where it gets kind of shitty in a sneaky way, and I say this as someone who wastes money on horny stuff a lot. The game throws you enough free content to make you think “ok, cool, fair”, but then some routes feel half-closed unless you drop a tip on Patreon or follow their SubscribeStar. It’s not aggressive popups or anything, more like quiet pressure. Rias’ first handjob and blowjob scenes are free, but if you want the longer animated climax with extra camera angles and more dialogue, suddenly that’s “exclusive”. Same for Rossweisse, her whole strict teacher act builds up super nicely, she catches you jacking off in a side room, makes you finish with her hand while she scolds you, but you can tell there was supposed to be follow up content they locked behind “support us to unlock more”. As an ethical consumer, that feels scummy in a parody that literally rides on a big anime IP it doesn’t own. They’re already piggybacking on High School DxD’s popularity, then trying to squeeze out micro-patronage from horny fans who just want to see Rias swallow. At least don’t split one sequence into “free cum” and “premium swallow”. That’s like selling half a condom. Still, I caught myself replaying Koneko’s quiet, focused handjob scene on my phone while on break at work, using Firefox to avoid Chrome sync, worrying way more about browser history than I should. The game is rough around the edges, sometimes cringe, sometimes hot as hell, and honestly, it fits the DxD spirit too well, which is both the best and worst thing about it.

the memory machine concept is what got me, right? like some black mirror shit but horny. you play this virgin dude who gets access to this device that lets you dive into people's memories and... record them as games? the logic is shaky but who cares when you're watching a lesbian scene unfold from a first person perspective that shouldn't exist. the corruption tag is doing heavy lifting here because the whole premise is basically voyeurism turned up to eleven

the 3dcg is rough. not in a charming way, more like someone discovered blender last month and said fuck it we ball. animations are stiff, the male protag model looks like a default unity asset that escaped, and the stripping sequences have this uncanny valley quality where clothes just sort of phase off bodies. but here's the thing. the exhibitionism scenes hit different when the characters don't know they're being watched. there's this one memory where a girl is masturbating and the way the camera lingers, the awkward hand movements that somehow make it feel more real than polished porn games, it got under my skin

the blowjob scenes are where the game remembers it's supposed to be hot. cim, swallow, the whole messy package. the virgin protagonist angle means every interaction has this desperate energy, like he's experiencing everything secondhand but also not. there's this teasing sequence that goes on too long, the kind of edging that makes you want to throw your mouse, and when the orgasm finally hits the animation glitches for a split second. i don't know if that's intentional but it felt appropriate. like the machine itself is overwhelmed

wish there was more corruption payoff. the setup promises this descent into something darker but it mostly stays surface level. still thinking about that one memory though. the one where she looks almost at the camera. almost.

The whole thing feels like someone took a cape comic, ran it through a porn filter, then forgot to polish the edges. On purpose. The art is that rough 2D style where lines don't always meet and the shading looks like it was done with a mouse in MS Paint. But here's the thing. That jank actually works when you're watching a so called heroine get her throat rearranged. The internal view shots during the deepthroat scenes? Filthy. Absolutely filthy. The way her throat bulges while she's choking on it, eyes watering, mascara running. And the animation at the end, the big payoff scene, is surprisingly smooth. Like they spent all their budget on making that one sequence look good while the rest of the game looks like a Newgrounds flash from 2005.

The combat is turn based but weird. You build robots. Custom robots. To fight superheroes. And depending on how you assemble them, you get different outcomes when you lose. Or win. The corruption system is what you're really here for though. Watching that goody two shoes with the big tits slowly break down, her moral compass spinning like a broken clock. There's this one moment where she uses her super strength to try and push the guy off but he just grabs her by the hair and she goes limp. That moment. Chef's kiss. The male domination stuff is heavy handed but that's the point. Multiple endings too, though I only found two before I got distracted.

The sandbox elements feel tacked on. You click around a map that looks like it was drawn on a napkin. The writing sometimes reads like it was translated through three different languages. But then you get to a scene where she's on her knees, looking up with those dead eyes, and the cumshot lands across her face and those massive tits and you forget about the janky UI. The choking mechanic during oral is a nice touch. Her face goes red, she struggles, then her eyes roll back. Good stuff. I just wish the robot building had more depth. It's basically rock paper scissors with extra steps.

I don’t even know what I expected when I clicked on *that* thumbnail, but this game’s hotel isn’t a place you walk into - it’s something that kind of swallows you. The first girl greets you with that half-dead sparkle, like she just crawled out of a morgue and straight into your lap, and somehow it works? Her skin’s got that faint blue tint, but when she starts talking dirty, you forget the “zombie” part real quick. There’s this weird rhythm to how the rooms unlock - like the game is teasing you, always dangling another girl behind some invisible counter. You think you’re done after the scientist chick who keeps calling you “specimen,” but then bam, the door slides open and there’s Luna Snow looking like she wandered out of a Marvel crossover fanfic gone horny.

What messes with me is how inconsistent everything feels in the best way. Sometimes it’s tender, sometimes it’s like watching a fever dream where Velma Dinkley is teaching you anatomy lessons you definitely didn’t get in school. The moaning animation syncs up too well with the clicking sound - tiny thing, but once you notice, you can’t unhear it. And don’t get me started on the hotel lobby music, which sounds like someone mixed elevator jazz with funeral bells; somehow it fits when a zombie nurse is giving you a handjob that looks way too professional. The cum-as-currency idea? Ridiculous, yet satisfying. It’s like capitalism finally found its true form. I kinda hate how much I laughed at myself keeping score like a finance bro.

There’s one glitch that drives me nuts: sometimes the girls’ eyes freeze mid-blowjob, like you’ve offended them spiritually, but maybe that’s the point? Half the charm is that it doesn’t apologize for being messy. The writing swings from cheesy one-liners to genuinely filthy pillow talk that catches you off guard. You’ll finish one scene thinking, “Okay, that’s enough,” and five minutes later you’re unlocking Katara doing something that’d make Nickelodeon lawyers cry. It’s a trainwreck in a silk robe, and I mean that as a compliment.

This one feels like walking into the wrong kind of photoshoot and then deciding, yeah, I’m staying. You start as this young guy with a camera, all nervous energy and soft hands, walking through a fancy-ass modeling agency where every corridor looks too clean, too white, too quiet. And then you hear it: heels on tile, a zipper somewhere behind a half-open door, low voices arguing about “ratios” and “symmetry” like beauty is some kind of math problem instead of a girl with her tits almost falling out of her bra because the stylist “got the wrong size”. Sure. Wrong. You can almost hear Photoshop crying already.

The mood is slow and sticky. Not boring slow, more like that feeling right before a kiss when nobody moves for five seconds too long. Lights hum, cameras click, and these girls move like they practiced being stared at since high school. The game really leans into sound. The soft fabric sliding when a model peels off her dress, that wet little noise when lipstick smears during a rushed blowjob in a storage room that smells like dust and perfume. Your character is supposed to be this “professional” photographer, but then you’re lining up a shot and her skirt rides up just enough to see her panties, and suddenly you’re zooming in a little too far. And the game lets you sit in that. No rush. You watch, you hover, you get caught looking, or sometimes you don’t. That little heartbeat in your ears when you’re sure someone noticed and still nobody says anything. Yeah, that.

It’s not just pretty college girls either. There’s this older model, total milf territory, with that tired smile like she’s seen every angle of every lens already. When she laughs, it’s lower, slower, and when she teases you, it hits different. Her tits aren’t some perfect anime balloons, they feel heavy, like they’d actually rest on your hands if you got lucky. There’s this one scene with her in a dressing room where she’s “helping” you relax after a long day, her hand wrapping around you, stroking with this lazy rhythm while asking about your “artistic vision”, and the only vision you’ve got left is your cum splashing over her manicured fingers. The animation lingers on tiny movements, the way her thumb circles the tip, the slight wet sound as she speeds up, and the whole thing goes on just a bit longer than you expect. It kind of messes with your breathing.

The weird part is how the romance and the freaky lab stuff creep in together. One day you’re shooting a shy schoolgirl type in uniform, catching those stolen moments when she looks away, skirt inching higher as she gets more comfortable, panties a little damp because yeah, she’s into the attention. Next day, you’re overhearing two suits talk in a hallway about “adjusting her proportions” like they’re ordering a coffee. Then you notice her ass looks just a bit rounder on the next shoot, her tits straining the blouse buttons in a way they didn’t before, and she’s blushing harder, rubbing her thighs together when you praise her. It’s hot, but also, you know something’s off. Then you forget you care when she pushes you into a dark classroom, locks the door, and grinds on your lap until you’re buried inside her, her moans echoing off those ugly school walls while the camera, abandoned on a desk, quietly records the whole thing.

And under all the sex, there’s this quiet pressure. Work stress, “deadlines”, people you care about waiting for you while you sneak one more masturbation scene in a dark office, cock in your hand as you watch a model on the monitor stripping slowly, panties sliding down her big ass while lab notes about “beauty optimization” scroll under the video. You tell yourself you’ll check on your loved ones later, after this one more handjob, one more blowjob where the girl looks up with those glossy eyes and your cum spills from her lips in slow, sticky strings. The pacing lets you linger too long on that voyeur stuff. Peeking through a slightly open door, watching a model ride some guy for “chemistry testing”, hearing the slick slap of her wet pussy on his lap while scientists pretend not to look as they write. You want to look away, but you don’t. You lean closer.

Nothing feels rushed. Sometimes it even drags, in this strangely intimate way, like the game knows you’re here to soak in every curve and every small twitch of a body changing, getting “improved”, getting used. A girl you saw plain yesterday walks into the studio today with bigger tits, fuller lips, ass so big her jeans don’t really fit anymore, and the first thing they ask you is to “capture her evolution”. So of course you do. You take photo after photo while she shifts, shy and horny and confused, nipples poking through a too-tight top. And when the photoshoot quietly turns into her on all fours, dripping, asking you to fill her because she “feels different” now, you forget to feel guilty. You just listen to the wet sounds, stare at the cum leaking out of her afterwards, and pretend it’s all still just part of the job.