Gohan is honestly such a dork here and that is kind of what makes the whole thing hot. He’s supposed to be this big hero of Earth, right, but the game throws him into this mess where instead of punching villains he’s basically tripping over his own dick around every woman in his orbit. One moment he’s trying to act serious, talk about “responsibility” and “training,” next moment he’s staring straight at a pair of huge tits pressed into his face and the only thing he’s training is his stamina. The whole vibe feels like some horny fanfic that grew legs and decided it wants you to click on everything. It’s not shy at all: asses in your face, tight outfits that look like they’d explode if Gohan breathes too close, and the camera really loves when characters bend over. Half the scenes feel like they exist just to show off curves bouncing, and honestly, it works. Android 18 shows up like some wet dream with that cold stare that says “I’m above this” while her body is absolutely, very clearly, not above anything. You start talking to her and suddenly you’re neck deep in teasing, butt shots, and that slow “are we really gonna do this?” build up that of course ends with you fucking her like a horny idiot who forgets anyone else exists.

What I liked is how the game pretends to be about “romance” but it keeps shoving you into situations where being faithful is basically a joke. You try to be a good guy, then the next screen some MILF with giant tits leans in, her shirt open way too much, asks a “harmless” favor, and you know you’re not walking out with your pants still on. There’s that sandbox thing going on, you move around places, poke random events, suddenly a blowjob scene hits you when you just wanted to go train or something. Sometimes it annoyed me because I just wanted to see a quiet scene and the game is like, “Nope, here’s Gohan ramming some big ass against the wall.” But then I kept clicking anyway, like an idiot. Sex scenes are very in your face: you get pussy, you get anal, you get bodies shaking and Gohan using his super strength for basically the worst possible reason and the best one at same time. It’s rough sometimes, then slow, then back to rough, like the game can’t decide if Gohan is a sweet boyfriend or a total sex gremlin. It feels a little messy, but it kind of matches him trying to “explore life” and just ending up buried in a harem of women who really shouldn’t all want him, but here we are. The whole thing is horny, shameless, and a little stupid in a fun way, like watching a long dumb hentai parody with just enough “adventure” to pretend you’re not here only for the banging.

Hope is supposed to feel heroic, right? Shining armor, holy blade, save the world, all that Final Fantasy MMO stuff you whisper to yourself while scrolling through Tinder and pretending you’re not lonely as hell. Here you’re the big “Warrior of Light” who literally runs on emotions, which sounds cool until you realize you’ve basically edged your soul dry. You burned all your feelings like stamina potions, and now the only way to refill the tank is with “very positive” sensations. Yeah. That kind. It’s like going to therapy, but the therapist is a horny fantasy cast who low‑key wants to rail you, suck you, ride you or in some cases eat you because monster girls are apparently just normal now. The whole thing plays like a weird lovechild of a dating sim and an RPG, where half the time you’re clicking around like an old point and click adventure, and the other half you’re doing turn based combat that feels suspiciously like foreplay with health bars.

What actually got me was how the game just shrugs and goes “yeah, sex is literally your power source” and never apologizes. You’re exhausted from your last quest and instead of grinding goblins you’re grinding, well, other stuff. One scene you’re sitting in some cozy fantasy inn room, and a girl who’s supposed to be your serious comrade is acting all professional while slowly jerking you off in this slow handjob that somehow turns into a heartfelt talk about responsibility. She’s praising your “bravery” with her mouth full a minute later and you’re thinking, this is stupid, and also I relate way too hard. Then there’s this super smug mage who offers “experimental therapy”, which is just code for bending you over a desk and going for anal while lecturing you about magical theory like she’s a horny Duolingo owl. And the game just treats it like a normal buff scene: “you gained +2 resilience” after getting absolutely wrecked. Made me laugh harder than it should. I kept waiting for my phone to buzz with a Telegram message or a Discord ping, but no, just me, this fantasy clinic, and an elf who somehow turns an oral session into a damn job interview. There’s lesbian stuff too, like two girls using you as a fancy toy while they focus more on each other, and you’re kind of just there, moaning in the middle, and it still counts as your “recovery training”. One monster girl with way too many teeth offers a “kiss”, I misclicked, and suddenly I’m in a scene that feels like a hentai parody of a boss fight where the only command that matters is “don’t cum yet” and of course I lost that turn.

The humor hits close to home, painfully so. The game keeps joking about hope and destiny while you’re basically on a sex-cation because you can’t handle your own feelings without someone stroking them out of you. There’s a route with a male character that the game just drops on you so casually that I actually respected it, even though the first time he leaned in I mashed mouse buttons like I was trying to close a pop‑up ad on Pornhub. Still ended up in a very intense “training” session where he’s teaching you how to control Dynamis, and you suddenly realize the rhythm he’s talking about is not combat related at all. Some scenes are wonderfully romantic, like slow, patient vaginal sex in a starlit field that feels almost too soft for a porn game, and then the next one is raw, dirty oral in a supply closet with jokes about potion viscosity that made me hate myself for laughing. I wish the game didn’t repeat certain moans and lines so much, but here I am replaying that one little moment where a knight girl blushes before she asks if “using your mouth as a scabbard counts as training”. It doesn’t fix my empty DMs on WhatsApp, or the fact that my real dating life has less turn based combat and more instant defeat, but at least here my emotional burnout actually gets me laid instead of just sending me back to scrolling through Hinge in silence.

This one hits a weird nerve in my brain, like a dirty case study I’d half-present in a Power BI dashboard and half jerk off to. You play a bored marketing guy, fancy job, top-floor apartment, big city outside, and you decide your “perfect” high-class girl is actually your next conversion funnel. Not in a romantic way, more in an “how far can I push this slutty KPI” kind of experiment. At the start she’s polished, proper, the kind of woman who knows which wine glass is for what and probably has a private Pinterest board for engagement rings. Then you start nudging her. “Just stand naked at the glass for half a minute, no one will see.” It feels almost wholesome for a second, which is hilarious because within a few scenes you’re basically optimizing public indecency like a growth hacker.

The whole thing is built around that window and the city watching. Or maybe not watching. That’s the stress. You get these scenes where she’s in just a robe, lights on, and you tell her to open it a little more. Her ass is huge and stupid in the best way, pressed close to the glass, and you can’t actually tell if the guys in the next tower are pretending to work or already screen-capturing on their phones. She starts with nervous little smiles, sort of half-teasing, and then later she’s got full on ahegao face while she grinds herself against the cold surface like it’s her personal sex toy. The AI/3D mix looks oddly sharp in some angles and kind of uncanny in others, but that almost helps. She feels like a fantasy version of a LinkedIn influencer who got corrupted by horny Excel charts.

Game flow is basically: push her boundaries, watch her reaction, push more. Lots of voyeurism moments where you’re not actually touching her at first, just watching her masturbate in front of the glass while you give instructions. At one point you tell her to suck you off in full view of anyone with binoculars, and the game hangs on tiny details, like the smear of condensation where her tits bump the window, or the faint street noise bleeding into the scene while she gags on your cock. Anal and creampies show up once she’s pretty far gone, like they’re milestones on a perversion timeline. It’s funny, because the romance thread is there in this twisted way: she looks at you after letting you cum inside her with the lights blazing and traffic below, and there’s this “I did this for you” energy that honestly feels more intense than most vanilla dating sims. I kind of wish there were stats and charts tracking her moral drop like a proper data nerd toy, but also I don’t, because the raw “is she going to agree to this insane thing” tension is what makes the corruption feel alive. There’s teasing, stripping, blowjobs, all expected, but it’s the feeling that the city is the third character here that makes it stick in my head long after I closed the tab and opened Google Sheets like nothing happened.

Jin shows up at this super elite academy where everyone is a genius or some kind of freak prodigy, and somehow he gets put in charge of the most cursed thing possible: a “Friendship Club.” That name sounds cute, right? It’s not. It’s more like “emotional support group for horny disasters.” You walk into your first club meeting expecting two shy nerds and a plant, and instead there’s a line of hot weirdos with their own baggage, giant tits barely contained in uniforms two sizes too small, and this constant feeling that something is a bit… off. Not just sexy off, like genuinely “did the hallway just breathe?” kind of off. The tone swings from wholesome slice of life to “why is the music doing that low drone” so fast it feels like your brain’s lagging.

The game does that slow-burn thing where at first it’s all dumb jokes, awkward flirting, “oops I fell on your boobs” moments and friendly dates at the cafe, and you’re thinking this is just a standard horny romance sim with a bit of comedy. Then it slides in the horror like it’s nothing. A girl smiles too wide for a second. A classroom door you just walked through is suddenly locked behind you. One of the club members talks about “graduating” in a way that sounds way too permanent. But then she’s also the same one pushing your head down to her lap in the library, whispering in your ear in that sweet voice, while you’re half aware the stacks around you look taller than last time, like the room is watching. It’s confusing in a good way and also in a “why am I hard during a panic” way. Pornhub and Steam really trained my brain wrong for this kind of emotional whiplash, honestly.

Sex scenes hit hard when they happen, and they’re not shy about anything. There’s a lot of focus on bodies pressing together, wet sounds, messy kissing, girls riding you slow and then just snapping and slamming down like they’re trying to break your hips. A lazy blowjob in a clubroom after hours that suddenly turns into her gagging on you while she laughs at some stupid joke you made, drool all over your lap. Vaginal scenes are detailed enough that you can almost feel how tight she is when she pushes you in all the way, big ass bouncing in your face while she keeps pretending she’s still “innocent.” The humor doesn’t even stop during the sex half the time, which somehow makes it dirtier. There’s this one moment, on a rooftop, sunset in the background, totally romantic, and then she casually asks what you’d do if the school vanished right now and took everyone with it, and you’re like fully buried in her, trying to thrust and also reconsider your life choices. I still don’t understand why the chairs in the clubroom squeak with a half second delay though. It’s such a tiny thing, but fuck, once you hear it, you can’t unhear it.

Lucio opens this shiny new casino in the middle of nowhere classy and trashy at the same time and it already feels like trouble. The whole place smells like fresh carpet, cheap champagne and perfume that’s trying way too hard. You’re not some faceless ghost here, you are him, the guy who smiles like he owns the room and then quietly panics because the numbers in the back office look terrible. The poker tables are the center of everything. Every hand you play is not just about chips, it’s a slow undressing of power, of clothing, of dignity sometimes. You sit across from a redhead with tits barely contained by a glitter dress, and she calls your bluff with a lazy grin, leans forward, and the neckline does half the talking. Suddenly you’re not thinking about odds, you’re thinking about how many pieces of fabric she is still wearing and which one you want on the floor first. And then you misclick, because of course you do, and lose the pot you should have won. I will not forgive that misclick, by the way.

The whole thing is wrapped in this goofy romance vibe that refuses to take itself too seriously. One minute a girl is teasing you about your poker face, the next she basically climbs into your lap if you play your cards right. They flirt in a way that’s crass, funny, affectionate and clearly written by someone who actually likes women, not just bodies. Still, sometimes the humor hits like a drunk uncle at a wedding, trying to be edgy and landing on “eh.” But then you’re chatting with this shy dealer who’s secretly into risky bets, and she switches from blushing to asking if you’re brave enough to “raise” her in a very non-casino way, and it kinda makes up for it. There are moments where the game almost becomes a lecture in gender performance, without ever using that word, like when the tough-as-nails pit boss lets you see her softer side only when she is half naked and half joking and you realize she’s using the whole casino floor as armor. Then again, sometimes the writing just wants to show you big tits in a tight dress and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Fair.

What I really liked, strangely, is how the strip teasing is tied to risk. You push your luck, they push those clothes down. You’re not just clicking “next sex scene,” you’re flirting, losing, seducing, fucking up. During one poker game with the redhead, I intentionally played a stupid hand just to see if she'd mock me. She did. Then she slid her straps off anyway, called it a “pity reward,” and somehow that felt hotter than winning. The harem angle is there, of course, women orbiting you like you’re the sun with a solid dick, but they’re not just silent prizes. They talk back, they negotiate, they demand better tips, they roll their eyes when you act like a horny idiot. From a gender studies brain, it’s messy as hell: objectification everywhere, but the objects keep talking and steering the wheel. Does it make sense politically? Not really. Is it sexy when you’re half-focused and a little tired from work? Yeah. The casino setting gives a nice excuse for consent as a negotiation of stakes: “If you win this hand, I’ll take it off.” Super simple, very old fantasy, but it hits. I just wish one of them had smaller boobs, honestly. Variety is a thing. But the game doesn’t care what I want, and maybe that stubbornness is part of its charm.

This thing feels like somebody’s horny daydream escaped from a notebook and learned to talk. It calls itself a prequel, proof of concept, whatever, but what it really is, for me at least, is a slow sticky tease wrapped around a male protagonist who keeps stumbling into moments he absolutely is not ready for, emotionally or sexually, but his cock didn’t get that memo. You’re pushed along like a leaf in warm current, no choices, just kinetic flow, and weirdly that fits. It has that vibe of watching a long porn clip where you don’t get to skip around. You sit in it. You marinate. One minute it is soft romance, all shy glances and almost-touches, the next there is a girl on her knees with your dick in her mouth, and you’re wondering when exactly the line got crossed. The rhythm is clumsy sometimes, scenes cut a bit blunt, like someone using kitchen knife instead of scalpel, but that roughness kind of turns me on. It feels less like corporate sex toy and more like two people awkwardly figuring out where to put their hands.

The core fantasy spins around bonds, yeah, but not in that Hallmark way. More like: she knows the way you breathe when you are about to cum, and you know exactly how far she will go in public before shame hits her cheeks like blush. The lesbian tension floats on top of all that, not just “girls kissing for male gaze” but that quiet look two women share when they realise they want each other longer than one night. You watch one scene where she is touching herself, alone, just her fingers sliding slow between her thighs, and for a moment it is not about you at all. You are just the ghost in the room, peeking while she rubs her clit and bites her lip because she’s thinking of another woman, not your dumb male protagonist. That hit me harder than any blowjob here. Though to be fair, the handjob in the bathroom, when she wraps her fingers around you and strokes in quick little jerks while both of you are trying not to moan too loud, that one stuck in my brain too. It is erotic, yes, but also messy, a bit too fast, like the dev’s mouse hand got ahead of the writing sometimes. I hated the tiny text on my phone screen when testing it in Chrome and I will complain about this forever, but anyway, there is this one oral scene on a couch, late in the story, where she looks up with spit shining on her lips and that single frame is basically the whole promise of Eternal Bonds for me: wet, intimate, not quite polished, like a kiss that misses the center of the mouth and lands on the corner instead, imperfect but so human it makes your chest ache.

Ash finally gets to be a horny idiot instead of a pure shonen hero in this one, and honestly, that alone sold me. The game takes that familiar “boy with pokeballs and way too much optimism” thing and twists it into a mix of goofy parody and very explicit tension with Sarena. It feels like somebody watched the anime, got frustrated that all flirting there is basically at kindergarten level, and then wrote fanfic with a puzzle minigame, combat encounters, and a lot of naked ambition. The tone jumps between genuine romance and straight up pervy stupidity in a way that should not work, but somehow it does. One second you get a surprisingly tender scene where Ash is actually looking at Sarena like she’s a real person, asking what she wants from their future, and five minutes later you’re solving a stupid sliding tile puzzle so he can “accidentally” walk in while she’s changing. The game keeps using these little puzzles to gate horny scenes, which sounds annoying, but it keeps the pacing from turning into a porn slideshow. Well, mostly. Sometimes it still feels like a porn slideshow with extra steps.

What really caught my linguist brain is the dirty talk. You can tell this script was written by someone who is not a native English speaker, but instead of killing the mood, it becomes part of the charm. There are these lines like “I will train your body like I trained my pokemon” where you go “ok that is objectively cringe” while at the same time getting weirdly turned on because it fits this dumb, overconfident Ash so well. He swears more than you ever hear from him in any official thing, and when he slips and calls Sarena his “special partner in combat and love,” the English is slightly off, but it feels honest. Sarena’s lines are softer and then suddenly filthy, like she has been holding back for ten seasons and now she is just done. There is a scene where she whispers that she wants to “catch every part of you,” and it sounds wrong grammatically, but the timing and the expressions in the CGs hit hard. The 3D style looks a bit plastic sometimes, yet her blush, the way she bites her lip, it matches the broken English in a way that makes the whole thing feel almost too personal, like reading someone’s secret horny notebook that should not be online but thankfully is. The combat parts are just simple enough that you do not hate them, with some funny parody moments thrown in when a pokemon basically cockblocks the scene. I kind of wish the puzzles had a “skip” option, but they do not, and I am not getting over that anytime soon. Still, when the happy ending hits and these two idiots finally stop pretending they are just trainer and performer and actually fuck like people who have been eye-fucking each other across battlefields for years, all the weird phrasing, the goofy humor, the sudden tenderness, it clicks into something strangely satisfying and very, very dirty.

Matt comes back from war all fucked up in the head, walks into what’s left of “normal life,” and finds out everything turned into horny apocalypse soap opera. Whole town feels like it’s hanging by a thread, but every second person has huge tits, fat ass, or both, and everybody’s trauma seems to leak out as sex. You’re steering his choices, but it doesn’t feel like some clean, smart VN. It’s messy, horny, sometimes awkward, like catching your own thoughts in bad lighting. One moment you’re trying to be a decent guy to someone who clearly loves you, next moment you’re hovering over a dialog option that might send her straight into someone else’s bed. Or arms. Or tentacles. Whatever.

The New Year setting is actually nice in a fucked-up way. Fireworks outside, this weird fake hope in the air, while inside people drink, confess, lie, and fuck. There’s this scene where Matt is alone in a half-ruined living room, tree lights flickering, girl in some cheap glitter dress too tight for her tits, talking about “fresh start” with eyes that say she knows it’s bullshit. You can kiss her there or push her away and go chase some way darker route instead. I picked the horny option, obviously, but then later the game hits you with consequences and you catch yourself thinking “shit, maybe I shouldn’t have done that”… right before it shoves another thick ass in your face. And yeah, models are that specific porn-y style: gravity-defying boobs, asses that look like they’d clap on their own, but somehow still a bit human, with those weird little body imperfections you only notice when you’re staring too close. Which you will.

What really stuck with me is how it keeps teasing you between romance and pure filth. One girl talks to Matt like he’s her whole world, like some anime heroine who actually lived through hell, and for a second it feels kind of sweet. Then there’s a choice sitting there that can twist her path into some nasty jealous shit or straight-up netorare bait. And it doesn’t scream “NTR route” or anything fancy, it just quietly lets you pick the wrong line and watch her slip away into some paranormal crap that might not even be entirely human anymore. There’s this one monster scene where you’re never quite sure if it’s all in Matt’s head or actually real, but the game doesn’t care and just keeps going with it, mixing fear and arousal in a way that kinda pissed me off but I still clicked through every render. Some routes lean into that taboo family angle too, and it’s not coy about it at all: close bodies on a couch, a hand left too long, eyes that say “we both know this is fucked” while the dialogue pretends it’s still innocent. I wish the facial expressions on some characters didn’t look like they’re halfway through sneezing at the hottest moments, but whatever, you get used to it and then your brain just goes “big tits, big ass, bad decisions, keep going.” By the time the countdown hits midnight and everyone’s kissing the wrong person for the wrong reason, it feels less like a special and more like watching a car crash covered in tinsel and cum. In a good way. Mostly.

This special episode feels like someone took Monster Girl Gym, looked at all the wholesome “new year, new gains” spirit, and said: “ok but what if we fucked up everyone’s self-control with dinner, booze and huge tits.” It starts all cozy, like a holiday romance thing, and then quietly turns into a slow, horny sandbox where you just keep testing how far these girls will go once the plates are empty and the clothes start to feel “too warm”. You’re still the same male protagonist, still the muscle head who pretends he only cares about sport and training results, but here your real workout is trying not to stare at every big ass in the room while pretending to talk about resolutions. Spoiler: you fail. Repeatedly.

The setting is simple: gym crew, “special” dinner, some “festive” excuses to see your monster girls in half-formal outfits that never quite fit right. One of them tries to squeeze her big tits into a dress that was clearly made for a human girl and the fabric is basically screaming, and you just sit there thinking, yeah, wardrobe malfunction is definitely going to be my religion this year. Another has that thick furry tail that keeps brushing against your thigh under the table and it is honestly way more distracting than any combat encounter in a normal rpg. There is this really nice thing where the game lets you move around the place and poke at scenes in your own order, like a tiny horny sandbox version of a holiday party. You talk, you flirt, you mess up dialogue, you reload, you pick something more bold, you save scum like a coward. At one point I tried to play “romantic gentleman” with the dragon girl and the script still managed to drag the conversation back to how many squats she can do with me on her shoulders. Respect.

Not everything hits, though. Some ai cg illustrations look a bit weird if you stare too long, like one of the monster girls is half drunk and half generated by Stable Diffusion after five vodkas. A boob has this strange highlight that feels like the artist sneezed on the screen and decided to keep it. It kind of fits the vibe though, like a lewd New Year party where nothing is perfectly polished but everyone is horny enough not to care. I had this moment where the lamia girl wraps herself around the protagonist on the couch “to keep you warm” and for some reason there is a random plate of half-eaten xmas cookies on the table that no one ever touches again, and it bothered me way more than it should. She is whispering in your ear about how flexible her body is, tail sliding between your legs, her huge chest pressing into your back, and my brain is just like: who left those fucking cookies there. But the longer you play, the less you think about small stuff like that and more about how the writing leans into the muscle fetish in a fun way. They tease your gains, they flex for you, they ask you to “spot” them in positions that would get any real gym banned, and then you finish the night like some weird fantasy of a sports club where romance, glutes and monstrous curves are the only real stats that matter. It feels a bit like someone mixed a horny furry Discord server with a cheap fantasy xmas card and accidentally made something I kept replaying, just to see which monster girl would lose her clothes the slowest.