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.

Everything starts stupidly simple: you binge a bunch of Dragon Ball and some other anime shit on the couch, eyes burning, brain half-melted, then you crash for “just a moment”. You blink and you’re not in your room anymore. There’s grass, weirdly clean sky, and that old-school Dragon Ball vibe in the air, like the world smells like ki blasts and bad decisions. Before you even process anything, Videl is just there, in front of you, looking like she walked straight out of your horny teenage memories, tight shorts hugging her ass, top riding a little too high when she leans in. She talks to you like you’re a lost idiot, which is fair, and kind of accidentally becomes your guide, your contact, your first soft landing into this world that absolutely does not want you to stay pure for long.

This thing plays out like some horny sandbox fever dream where every route leads to another anime girl you’ve secretly wanted to ruin for years. One moment Videl is pretending she’s just being “helpful,” next thing you know she’s “training” you and somehow that involves her on her knees, fingers teasing your waistband, eyes looking up with that mix of fake annoyance and actual need. Chi-Chi gives that strict mom energy, yelling about discipline while her clothes get tighter every time you visit, like the game knows you’re staring. Android 18 is basically weaponized smugness, standing there in her little outfit, arms crossed, only opening up when you push the right dialog choice, and suddenly she’s the one pushing you against a wall, sliding down, mouth full of you, cool and in control while you’re the one losing it. Bulma shows up with some bullshit “machine to measure power levels” that just so happens to require you naked and her “taking readings” in all the fun places. It should be dumb. It is dumb. It’s also hot as hell.

What makes it stick in my head is how slow some of the routes can be if you let them. You flirt a bit, you tease, you pick the slightly risky answers on the phone-style dialog menu like you’re texting on WhatsApp at work, and the game remembers. Videl remembers that you looked at her ass. Android 21 remembers that you said you like “experienced women” and then shows up later in this tight lab coat and bikini combo that makes zero sense, pressing you onto a desk while she rides you, talking about “research” in between moans. Pan walks that very careful line of bratty grown-up fighter, pushing you to train, then sitting on your lap after, hips grinding slowly while pretending it’s some innocent “reward” for effort. Some scenes go all in with animated loops, hips slamming, saliva strings during deep throat, tits bouncing, asses shaking when you slam into them from behind, people moaning your name like you actually matter in this ridiculous world. Vaginal, oral, messy finishes on faces, on boobs, on tongues, whatever. Sometimes you’re the one in control, sometimes they pin you down instead, and it’s honestly better like that. And yeah, the thing looks rough in spots, UI is clunky, one line from Sinon repeats too much and pisses me off every time, phone notifications feel like Telegram popups from 2016, and the pacing is weirdly uneven. I still kept tapping through, chasing that next moment where a character finally snaps, strips down to a tiny bikini or even less, drops to her knees, and decides that helping you “fit into this world” means taking your cock all the way in, choking a little, mascara running, while you grab her head and forget completely where you came from.

Chi-Chi in heat again, and honestly, this game leans hard into that horny “I want a baby before you die again, Goku” energy. It feels like a weird little fanfic someone coded after binging old DBZ episodes on Crunchyroll all weekend, then getting way too obsessed with Chi-Chi’s hips. You drop into this tiny scene that’s basically one thing only: Chi-Chi wants that big Saiyan cock deep in her pussy, and Goku, in his usual dumb himbo way, is like “okay?” but you’re the one actually making it work. What I like is how focused it is. No side quests, no long story arcs, just Chi-Chi’s pretty brunette body on screen, all needy, and you poking around to figure out how to push her pleasure high enough so Goku can slam a proper creampie inside her. They say “gentle” but sometimes the animation almost looks too eager, like Goku forgot what gentle means and just went full power level 9000 on her cervix.

The whole vibe is funny and horny at same time. She’s talking about wanting to get pregnant before Goku dies for the third or fourth time, and if you’re a DBZ nerd that line hits in a very “yeah, that tracks” way. Like, of course Chi-Chi is keeping a mental death counter. And the way she arches when you hit the right rhythm, you can almost hear some hentai OVA from those old badly subtitled torrents playing in your head. There’s nothing big happening in the background, no universe saving, just domestic porn with anime spice. You mess with pace and intensity, watch her reaction, try not to bust too early because the game clearly wants you to edge her up to that perfect moment. It’s actually kinda satisfying when you finally nail that timing and she’s clenching around him, begging for his cum, and then you see Goku unload inside her like a hentai geyser. Then you realize you just spent ten minutes helping a legendary shonen hero fuck his wife “correctly” so she can get knocked up, and somehow that might be your favorite use of the Dragon Ball license since Budokai on PS2.

There is a tiny thing that annoyed me: her moans loop in a way that almost lines up, but not quite, so sometimes you get this weird echo feeling that pulled me out for a second, like my browser was lagging even when it wasn’t. Also, Goku’s face looks too calm in some angles, like he’s thinking about training with Vegeta instead of the tight pussy wrapped around him, but whatever, the body motion sells it enough. I do like how Chi-Chi looks softer here than in the anime, more like classic doujin Chi-Chi, which fits the whole creampie breeding mood. The game really just wants one thing: you making this girl hit that sweet spot so she can milk his cock and keep that cum nice and deep. It’s simple, messy, a bit trashy, kind of hot, kind of silly. Exactly the kind of thing you open in a side tab, swear you’ll only click through once, and then suddenly you’re tweaking strokes like some horny Akira Toriyama tribute artist who took a wrong turn at “power levels” and ended up in “pregnancy porn with a Saiyan.”