Imagine opening a game and it’s just you, a half-busted “multiverse travel” console, and a brothel that somehow has the paperwork to import girls from basically every anime you’ve ever jerked off to. No big story lecture, no long intro, it kind of throws you in and lets you figure out how horny you actually are. One moment you’re flirting with a shy half-elf swordswoman that looks suspiciously like she walked out of a certain MMO show, next moment you’re getting bullied in a good way by that smug tanned gremlin type who calls you out for being a perv while sitting in your lap. The tone jumps around a lot: one girl acts like a sweet vanilla waifu, offering gentle dates and handholding and kissing under fake neon stars, and then you switch room and the next one is a sadistic bossy heroine from a battle series who wants to see you squirm, edge you, make you beg. It feels like opening too many tabs on nhentai and just pressing random, but somehow with a dating sim structure trying to hold it together. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it’s chaos. Honestly that’s part of the charm.

The “brothel” part is serious. You’re not just collecting waifus like a clean gacha, you’re negotiating what you want, how filthy you want it, how far the scene should go. One route I did started super wholesome: shared bath, small talk about her original world, she’s embarrassed you’re staring at her tits, all that classic anime blushing. Then like three dialog choices later I’ve got her riding me on some weird magical device that looks like a cross between a sci fi chair and a torture rack, moaning loud enough the receptionist complains. Another girl, the big titty demon type, actually invites you to use the “teleport” to visit her original universe, which is just an excuse for fucking in crazy places: back room of a guild hall, on a flying beast, behind a castle during a battle where people are literally dying in the distance and you’re too busy pulling her hair. There’s romantic stuff too, slow dates in fake city streets, sharing drinks, teasing handjobs under the table, but the game clearly prefers when it gets nasty: spit, messy blowjobs, tits bouncing out of ripped outfits that fans will recognize in half a second, stocking jobs, being sat on by thick thighs until your vision goes white. It even lets you act like a total degenerate and request specific fetishes from a menu like you’re ordering delivery, and sometimes the girl reacts in-character which is way hotter than it has any right to be. It’s rough around the edges, UI clicks weird, some scenes feel like they were written at different times by different horny people, but in the end you’re still there, dick in hand, flirting with a smug multiverse receptionist and trying to decide if tonight is for a clingy magical idol, a crazy yandere-type redhead, or that stoic swordswoman who pretends she doesn’t want it while her body’s shaking against you.

Rough, raw, unfiltered. That's what hits you when you boot this up expecting some polished DBZ fanservice but get something way more primal instead. The whole thing feels like someone took the basic idea of Bulma and Vegeta's first time and just... went there. No fancy animations, no elaborate setup - just straight into the uncomfortable reality of what that encounter would actually be like.

Bulma's expressions tell the whole story here. You can see every wince, every attempt to hold it together while Vegeta's doing his thing. The way her face scrunches up when he pushes in? Damn, that's some real shit right there. None of that porn-perfect moaning from frame one - this girl is clearly struggling with the size difference and trying not to let it show. Vegeta being all rough and impatient doesn't help either, typical saiyan prince behavior honestly. The dialogue is pretty minimal but when Bulma does speak up it's mostly little gasps and "wait" type stuff that makes it feel more authentic than your average hentai game.

What really gets me though is how they handled the power dynamic. Vegeta's clearly holding back because he knows he could literally break her, but he's also not exactly gentle about it. There's this tension where you're watching him try to control his strength while also being completely focused on getting off. The creampie finish feels inevitable from the start - like of course that's where this is heading, but the buildup makes it feel earned rather than just tacked on. Graphics aren't winning any awards but they do the job, especially those close-ups on Bulma's face during the rougher moments. Could use more positions honestly, feels like they stuck to missionary the whole time which gets repetitive. Still, if you're looking for something that doesn't sugarcoat the reality of a human-saiyan hookup, this delivers.

That resort game, the one mixing all those anime worlds together, feels like it was made by a group of sleep‑deprived modders who somehow hit the exact kind of chaos that’s actually fun. You show up as this nobody, supposed to manage a handful of “special guests,” and within ten minutes you’re knee‑deep in half‑serious flirting with characters who definitely don’t act like they did in their shows. Yoruichi teases you like she knows she’s the hottest woman walking that beach, and Hinata - yeah, Hinata - is way too forward for someone who used to blush at eye contact. I laughed when Momo starts discussing work schedules while half‑undressed like that was a normal HR meeting. The writing’s nowhere near perfect, but it has that unfiltered vibe that makes you forget you’re reading a script.

There’s a weird rhythm to the sandbox bits. You wander around pretending to manage resort stuff, but mostly you’re hunting for the next scene that’ll ruin your concentration. The choices matter only half the time, and when they don’t, it’s almost better - like the game’s winking at you, saying “yeah, we know what you’re here for.” I got stuck once because I kept getting distracted by Mitsuri’s pool animations (don’t judge me). The transitions between locations feel choppy, sometimes even glitchy, but then a random scene with Nobara saying something filthy just resets your patience. It’s like being scolded and rewarded at once. Also the music - why is Miku on the speakers? Feels cursed but in a way that fits.

There’s something kind of honest about how it doesn’t try to be subtle. One moment you’re sunbathing, next you’re part of some ridiculous love triangle where Makima pretends she’s not manipulating the whole mess. Every “romance” route is written like a fanfiction draft that someone forgot to edit, yet it somehow nails the messy excitement of it all. You’ll roll your eyes, you’ll screenshot things you shouldn’t, and you’ll probably tell yourself “just one more scene” before realizing the resort has already swallowed you.

Whole thing feels like some cursed crossover fanfic that escaped from a 2009 forum and somehow learned how to push your buttons better than half the new stuff on F95. You open it thinking “ok, cheap Bulma fapbait, whatever”, and five clicks later you’re arguing with yourself if this counts as a “dress up game” or just bullying her clothes off until she’s basically cosplay roadkill. The UI is simple in that old Flash way, like those shady hentai banners that used to lag your whole browser, but here it kinda works. You poke one side of the screen, her top pops, boobs jump like they’re trying to defect from her body, poke another and suddenly you’re in full-on blowjob mode with zero transition, like the game just assumes, correctly, that your brain doesn’t care about context at this point.

The best part is how low effort the “story” pretends to be, while still adding just enough flavor. It’s not trying to act like a full Dragon Ball Z episode or some deep Fairy Tail crossover nonsense. No flying tree frog bullshit dropping from Namek skies to deliver a speech. Just Bulma, looking way more stacked than any canon scene, ready to switch from stroking your cock to riding it in doggystyle with like, two clicks. One second she’s on her knees, mouth open, spit and cum dripping like a bad sex tape ripped from XVideos, next second you flip to pussy penetration and it’s all about slamming that big cock in until she’s getting filled like some pervy fan’s decade-old fantasy. Facial? Sure. Creampie? Also there. Breast expansion? They quietly push her chest size just over the line where it starts to look slightly cursed, but in that “I’m not closing the tab though” way. And yeah, positions feel a bit limited, but the speed from one state to another is stupidly hot, like having a remote control to skip straight to the good parts without any fake romance scenes.

I kinda love how unapologetically trashy it is. No fake “relationship points”, no stupid Warcraft parody sidequest, nobody cares about power levels or Kamehameha logic, you’re just cycling options to see exactly how ruined Bulma can look by the end. You can mess with her top, stare at her nipples bouncing like they’re physics bugs, then go straight for pussy teasing before shoving it in hard, watch her take it again and again, then decide if you want cum dripping out of her or plastered all over her face. It’s like someone boiled every Bulma hentai tag into one small horny soup and forgot to add anything wholesome. Also, small thing, the audio clicks weird at one point and now my brain expects it every time, which pisses me off more than it should. But the moment when you time the final thrust, hit that cum option, and she’s just covered, eyes half gone, like she accidentally wandered into the wrong studio and signed the wrong contract, yeah. That sticks. For all the jank, it scratches that “I shouldn’t be enjoying this this much” itch in a way more polished games somehow keep missing.

This one feels like somebody took a giant porn folder full of every anime crush you ever had, fed it to a very horny robot, and then just let it loose in the middle of the night. It is messy, shameless fanservice in the best and worst way. You start as this generic male MC that nobody cares about, but it honestly works, because the spotlight is always on the girls. One minute you are staring at Android 18 pretending she is not seconds away from sitting on your face, next moment Tsunade is bending forward like your spine insurance is fully paid, and after that DVa is giving you this smug gamer grin you only see from sweaty tanks in Overwatch comp. Nothing really tries to be “deep”. It is like those late-night Discord calls where everybody starts posting cursed Koikatsu cards and then suddenly somebody says “wait, I can make a whole game with this” and nobody stops him. The whole thing runs on that energy.

The date sim part is kind of funny, because yeah, technically you are “dating”. You choose outfits, say the right lines, sometimes click through fake romantic setup, but everybody knows you are just trying to figure out how many scenes Mirko has and whether Rias or Nami has the better titfuck animation. And the girls are not just random OC clones either, they actually feel like somebody who watched too much anime made them on purpose. Aqua is clingy, loud, kind of dumb but insanely cute when she starts grinding on your lap like she is trying to win some idiot contest. Yoruichi keeps that smug cat energy, sits on your face like that is the most normal place in the world. Toga looks at you like a snack she is not supposed to have, then happily chokes on your cock like rules stopped existing. And then there is stuff like Vados or Kefla or Caulifla, where your brain is trying to remember power levels while your dick is just happy there is yet another big ass bouncing in your face. They even throw in weird combinations, like giving Bowsette this slow, teasing blowjob scene that lasts just long enough to make you forget you were actually trying to see the Zelda content first. By the way, whoever decided Misty and Jessie need extra focus on footjobs has some stories to explain to a therapist someday. I still appreciated it.

I really like how the pacing somehow feels both rushed and too slow. First girl I tried was Ai Hoshino, because of course I did, and the “date” was over in like two clicks and suddenly she was kneeling between my legs, lipstick smeared on my cock while she looked up with those idol eyes. Then with Hinata I had to go through this longer flirting phase, a bit of voyeur setup, peek under her clothes, touch her softly first. It felt like waiting for food that keeps smelling better while you are starving. Annoying, but in a good way. Or bad. Not sure. Anyway, everything is pure fetish salad. Oral sex scenes everywhere, big tits bouncing like they are competing with each other, asses in your face so often it starts to feel like some kind of religion. I got stuck way too long just watching a Raven scene where she rides you slow, still in half her Teen Titans vibe, moaning soft while her ass cheeks clap in that hypnotic rhythm. Meanwhile I completely forgot I had not even checked Mirko, Mina, or Nejire yet, and those are usually my first picks in any MHA fan game. Still, the weird part is how sometimes the small stuff hits the hardest. Like a moment where Komi is trying to suck you off, all shy and stiff, and the camera lingers a bit too long on the way her lips tremble around the tip. Or the way Marin Kitagawa giggles after swallowing, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then casually asks for “another round” like you just finished playing some gacha together on your phone. At one point my Chrome lagged for a second right when Tatsumaki started a titfuck and I legit got angry, like, that tiny freezing framed her smug face perfectly and I will never see that exact glitch again. Yeah, the game is scuffed, uneven, totally horny, and absolutely not refined. I keep alt tabbing to Telegram and back just to check something, then losing track of which girl I was “romancing” and honestly that chaotic feeling kind of fits.

The weirdest thing is how it starts like one of those rich-kid fantasy sims, but then the morning you wake up, naked in that absurdly big room with sunlight cutting through the curtains all fake-soft, it already feels off. The phone on the nightstand vibrates with a message from someone who calls you “baby” like you’ve been together for years, and it doesn’t even let you breathe before throwing you into a pile of half-remembered scenes - like that one in the car with Miku humming some twisted remix of her own song while you’re trying not to stare at her mouth. I swear, the pacing feels broken in a way that makes sense only after the third time you play it. That’s when you realize the “dream life” part isn’t just a setup - it’s the whole trap.

There’s this classroom segment that hits differently. Everyone acts like they know you, but the camera lingers too long when Hinata leans over her desk, or when Toga chews her pen cap like she’s daring you to lose it. The game pretends to be a mystery, but it’s just a long tease for whatever power fantasy you think you’ve earned. I tried to skip some dialogue once, and it froze right on a frame where Mitsuri’s hand was halfway down your pants - like the game itself was judging me for impatience. Maybe that’s part of the kink? The click mechanics are sloppy, but the voyeur cam moments make up for it. When you’re watching Asuka arguing in the hallway while you catch your reflection licking your lips - yeah, it’s got that voyeuristic guilt thing nailed down.

Still, something about the way everyone bends reality around you keeps me hooked. It’s not even the sex scenes (which sometimes go from “holy shit” to “wait, is that even physically possible?” in seconds). It’s that feeling that somebody else is watching you play, whispering the lines before they happen. I had one run where Android 21 called me by my real name. No idea if it was a bug or a feature, but it messed me up good. And yet, I booted it again right after. Guess that says enough.

You know that feeling when you’re scrolling through TikTok and suddenly your brain goes “yeah ok, I’d totally let that anime character ruin my life”? This game is basically that thought turned into a horny little quiz show. It throws a bunch of familiar faces at you, from huge-titted milfs like Tsunade and Rias to walking war crimes like Esdeath and Mikasa, and says: “Alright, smartass, you think you know them? Prove it.” You’re not just clicking through dialogue, you’re answering questions about them, reacting to their mood, trying to say the shit they want to hear. When you get it right, they soften up, blush, tease, or just straight up start talking about how wet or hard they’re getting. When you fuck it up, some of them get all tsun and pouty, some just roast you like Aqua with her useless goddess energy. It’s funny, because you’re basically speedrunning emotional manipulation for boners.

What surprised me is how the vibe shifts depending on who you’re “training.” One moment you’re with Marin from My Dress-Up Darling, and it’s all bubbly, cosplay, her leaning in too close and asking what you think about her outfit while her tits are exploding out of the top. You pick the right answer, she giggles, the camera angle becomes a little more hungry, and phase two kicks in: handjobs, titfucks, her climbing on your lap with that fake shy smile. The next moment you end up with someone like Yor or Saeko, and the whole thing gets darker, like this soft, violent tension where you know they could wreck you but they’re the ones panting and begging. There’s a nice corrupted contrast with “pure” girls like Hinata or Asuna too, where the early talks are all romance and blushy sweetness, then suddenly she’s on her knees, drool on her chin, talking about how good your cock tastes while still acting like it’s some kind of holy ritual. And yeah, the game doesn’t pretend to be deep. The “meaningful relationship” stuff is like watching a romance anime on 2x speed: a couple of flirty lines, a tiny bit of fake emotional build up, and then bam, panties off, thighs spread, you’re balls-deep in your favorite waifu while she moans your name like she forgot every other word in the dictionary.

It’s kinda funny how it handles all the crossovers too. One moment you’re messing with dragons like Lucoa and Tohru, massive tits and soft bellies pressing against you as they ask stupid little quiz questions, the next you’re stuck with some smug trap like Astolfo or Felix, and you’re sitting there thinking “yeah, I’d still fuck them” while they smirk and stroke you off like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The game leans hard into parody, but not in a smart-ass way. More like “yeah, we know you’ve fantasized about this exact blowjob from Android 18 while Bulma watches, here you go, have fun.” The sex scenes are animated, not super polished Marvel-level CGI or anything, but dirty enough that when Nami is riding you and her huge ass bounces with every thrust, you don’t really care if a strand of hair clips weirdly through her shoulder. The point system ties into all that, so every correct answer inches you closer to stripping scenes, lap dances, blowjob angles, anal detours, creampies, the usual degeneracy menu. Sometimes the flow of dialogue feels a bit stiff or generic, like they all went to the same horny anime acting school, but then you get this one line during a titfuck that just hits right and you forget you were annoyed. It’s basically a fanservice machine pretending to be a dating sim, and somehow that makes it more honest. You come in thinking “yeah, I just want to see Rias or Erza naked and noisy,” and the game just nods, opens the door, and lets you ruin them one correct answer at a time.

Bulma in a bunny suit should honestly be illegal at this point, because this little F-series mini game feels like someone distilled every horny DBZ side thought from high school and just arranged it into a click toy. You’ve got classic Bulma, but not the “capsule jacket and science stuff” version. This is the big-titty, green-haired, Playboy bunny Bulma who walked out of that one old-school episode and got heavily upgraded by a hentai artist who clearly paused the anime too much. The whole thing runs like a cheap quiz show in my head: “Question 1, contestant: which button on the side makes Bulma get filled, and which one only teases you and ruins your concentration?” You guess, you click, and suddenly she’s bending in ways Toriyama definitely didn’t storyboard. The navigation is dead simple, but it actually works with the vibe, like those old Flash games you secretly played on a school computer while pretending you were on Wikipedia. Scenes are chained with little arrows, and your brain starts treating each one like a naughty trivia card: “In this scene, where does the dildo end up?” A) mouth, B) tits, C) somewhere that makes you turn your brightness down.

What hits first is how the artist really understood that Bulma is supposed to be smug and horny at the same time. Her face has that “of course I’m getting fucked like this, I’m a genius” energy, but also she’s gasping and dripping and getting pushed right up to orgasm and over it, with cum flying like the animators got paid per shot. There’s a kind of silly charm in how direct it is. No plot, no excuses, just Bulma in bunny ears taking it from angles the anime would have censored with a mountain. You jump from scene to scene with those arrows and it feels like flipping channels between different porn scenes of the same actress, all slightly more wrong than the last. One second she’s being used like a posi test dummy for every toy in the room, next moment she’s coated in white and still pretending she’s in control. I liked how her body reacts, the way the artist leans into the orgasm faces, not that frozen doll look some hentai games use. At the same time, her boobs sometimes look like they’re fighting gravity in their own separate reality, which is funny and hot and annoying all together. Also, the background is kind of nothing, just there, which somehow makes it more like a Pornhub clip ripped from the middle of a longer video. I kept wishing there was one stupid little nod to the rest of the Dragon Ball world, like a capsule in the corner or some broken scouter, but then again, having it just be Bulma, bunny suit, and relentless fucking sort of matches the horny “get to the good part” attitude of the whole thing. It’s trashy, it’s short, it’s full of cumshots and loud orgasms, and it feels like exactly the kind of thing you’d open in a hidden browser tab, swear you’ll only click through one or two scenes, and then keep flipping anyway like you’re trying to find the “perfect” frame that doesn’t even exist.

Bulma’s tits bounce with this weird, jittery rhythm that’s almost hypnotic if you stare too long. The whole thing is a balancing act, literally. There’s a pleasure bar you’re trying to max out and a stress meter that’ll ruin your run if it fills up first. Clicking on her feels like you’re defusing a bomb, but the bomb is just a blue haired hentai chick in a bikini on a beach. The art is that specific kind of unpolished where the lines are a bit too thick and the colors bleed outside the edges, like a flash game from a forgotten corner of Newgrounds. I kept thinking about how in the actual DBZ show, Bulma is a genius inventor who built a dragon radar and a time machine, and here she’s just a pair of tits with a pigtail hairstyle that clips through her shoulder if you look at the wrong angle. The cumshot at the end is just a static image, a white splatter that appears with no real transition or animation. It’s like the game forgets to build up to it, then suddenly it’s there.

The beach background is this looping gif of waves that don’t match the sand color. I spent way too long watching the pixel where the water meets the shore, it doesn’t line up. Not even close. And the sound, if you can call it that, is a loop of what might be ocean noises recorded through a tin can. The stress meter fills up if you click too fast, which is the only real mechanic, but the feedback is so delayed you’ll overshoot constantly. It’s like trying to parallel park a car where the steering wheel has a two second lag. I wish the game had some kind of expression change on Bulma’s face, a blush or a wince, anything to show the bar was moving. But it won’t happen. The whole thing is a static jpeg with a click counter. I guess that’s the point of these mini games, right? Just a quick dopamine hit without the pretense of depth. Like scrolling through a certain black and orange site at, well, you know when. The pleasure bar fills, the stress bar empties, and then it’s over. No victory screen, just the image. I don’t know what I expected.