Adult meet-and-fuck simulator based in 'Dragon Ball' world using illusion Koikatsu game and software!​

This thing feels like someone watched too much hentai on Crunchyroll with one hand in their pants and then said “ok, I can do better” in Unity. The whole setup is so stupid in the best way. You’re not playing as the hot babe, you’re not some heroic space captain, you’re literally piloting a horny robot whose entire life goal is to rail one naked anime girl strapped to a sci fi bed. No romance, no build up, no fake story about “research experiment.” She’s already naked, she’s already wet, and the game kind of looks at you like: “well, what you waiting for, captain?”

I like how they try to pretend it’s about “control” and not just pure filth. You get these little controls where you’re switching attachments, changing rhythm, poking between pussy and ass like you’re flipping tabs in Chrome. One second you’re teasing her clit with this stupidly precise little motion, then you’re shoving a mechanical cock in her while she moans like some overworked anime VA from that one series that totally didn’t get banned from Twitch. The robot reacts to buttons like a cheap sex toy from AliExpress, but weirdly that makes it hotter. It’s janky, it’s twitchy, sometimes you overshoot and ram straight into her ass when you meant to stay on the pussy. And she squeals, the camera jumps a bit, and you’re like “ok, my bad, but also… not really sorry.”

What got me was how fast it went from giggly “haha robot sex” to me actually trying to min-max her orgasms like it’s a gacha grind. You start figuring out that a slow pump in her pussy while you flick up the intensity on the fucking machine’s thrust gives that long drawn out whine. Then if you swap to anal too fast she tightens and the voice line changes and suddenly you’re paying way too much attention to pixel-ass physics. And those cumshots, holy shit. When you finally crank it up you get this messy, thick blast right on her, not just a cute little white dot. It splashes her belly, runs down between her legs, and the camera kind of lingers way longer than it should. Completely unnecessary. Completely the point. I wish there was more variety in her reactions, because after a few rounds you can practically hear the same moan before it comes out, but I still sat there poking and thrusting like an idiot trying to wring one more different sound out of her. Also, who decided the robot needed such a clean metal body and then made the interface look like some budget mobile idle game menu, I will never understand that. Still clicked replay.

Nova sneaks into the command center like she’s in one of those fake “stealth missions” you see on Twitch speedruns, except here there is zero sneaking once the clothes come off. The game doesn’t pretend to be serious. It just throws you into this tight, metal room full of blinking lights and cold machine logic, and then there’s Nova, completely naked, standing there like she’s about to negotiate a treaty with a horny AI. The contrast is actually kind of gorgeous in a trashy way. Shiny metal, sterile sci fi interfaces, and then soft skin, big tits, wet noises. It feels like Pornhub found a way to invade Battle.net and nobody reported the bug.

The star of this thing is really the Adjutant. Not some sexy robot waifu with big anime eyes, but this clinical, uncaring machine voice that just treats Nova like another input channel. No romance, no fake story drama. You’re basically helping a command computer use her as a test subject, a resource, a piece of data. And then the tentacles come out. They don’t look like “organic monster” stuff, more like flexible alien tech, cables that got horny. They wrap around her arms and thighs and suddenly the strong ghost operative is pinned, tits pushed forward, ass presented like she’s on some secret internal QA build nobody should see. One moment she’s a professional killer, next moment there’s a whole slime soaked rig sliding between her legs and pressing at her pussy and asshole, and the game treats it like someone adjusting a radar frequency.

What caught me off guard is how the timing thing actually makes it hot instead of just annoying. You get that small dial with the blue zone, and you hit T when the white bar lines up. Super simple, almost stupid on paper. But the rhythm of it, when you start nailing it, lines up with the way the tentacles thrust and pulse. Hit it right and Nova shudders, moans jump a pitch, her body jerks, the camera lingers longer on her face when she loses control. Miss it and the motion stutters a little, like the machine is recalibrating, and she’s left hanging right before climax. It becomes this weird little dance where you’re trying to “sync” with a command AI that just wants to flood her with slime and bukkake, covering her from tits to chin to hair in glowing alien cum. There’s this particular moment where several tentacles coil around her waist and one lifts her slightly off the ground while another pushes deep inside, and the cum splashes across her stomach and up between her breasts, and I actually paused for a second just to watch it drip in those tiny trails over her nipples. It’s not subtle, not refined, not tasteful. But it knows exactly what kind of dirty sci fi fantasy it is, and it leans into that like a robot grinding against a reactor core that’s about to overheat.

In the neon-drenched, tech-saturated depths of a dystopian future city, CyberSin: Red Ice throws players headlong into a maelstrom of shadowy conspiracies and razor-sharp intrigue, centered around Elsa Morganth. The young daughter of the chairman of TitanCorp, one of the world’s mightiest conglomerates, Elsa’s existence seems wrapped in privilege and untouchable status, but all that shatters when she is brutally framed for a crime she didn’t commit. A mysterious explosion rocks the city, spreading terror and chaos, blaming Elsa for an event that costs innocent lives and leaves the evidence piled against her.

From sheltered heiress to hunted fugitive, Elsa is forced to flee into the shadows, as she navigates a ruthless jungle of competing corporate factions eager to exploit her downfall, while a relentless government hunts her as a warning to anyone who crosses the law.

Every turn pulls her deeper into a labyrinth of lies, bribery, and betrayals where trust is a currency long lost. As she fights to clear her name and survive, raw desperation fuels her resolve to uncover the truth buried beneath layers of corporate greed and corruption.

The player must guide Elsa through perilous choices, explosive confrontations, and steamy encounters that blur the lines between ally and enemy. Every interaction could be her last, every secret uncovered another step closer to redemption or destruction.

Dive into CyberSin: Red Ice now and lose yourself in a visceral saga of survival, seduction, and savage corporate warfare. Will you help Elsa break free from the chains of betrayal, or watch her burn under the unforgiving neon lights?.

Cheeky Ghost Girl feels like someone mashed together a horny LINE chat, a janky Glovo shift, and a Thai ghost story they heard drunk at a bar, then forgot to clean it up. You’re this delivery guy riding around the city, trying to keep your rating high while also getting sucked into this weird romance with a ghost girl who’s half sweetheart, half little chaos demon. She pops out of this old rental room like, “hey, you’re mine now,” and somehow it doesn’t feel scary, just horny and kinda awkward in a good way. The game lets you bounce between doing your normal food runs and coming back to that room where she’s floating around bored, teasing you, grabbing your dick under the blanket, acting pissed if you ignore her too long. It’s like the game is constantly asking: you want money, or you want ghost pussy. And yeah, both is hard, because the choices are set up so if you take a long route for extra cash, you might miss a scene where she was waiting in nothing but an oversized shirt that barely covers her ass. That huge soft-looking ass that the camera keeps “accidentally” focusing on.

What surprised me is how casual the sex stuff grows out of the daily bullshit. You deliver coffee, you get stuck in traffic, come back sweaty and annoyed, and she just floats through the wall, presses her tits against your back, and starts whispering in your ear about how tired you must be, then her hand is already inside your pants. Sometimes you can flip it and pin her to the futon, go full rough on her, fingers in her mouth, her legs wrapped around your waist while you fuck her like you’re trying to prove you’re still alive. Other times she climbs on top, rides your face, holding your head down with this smug look like she owns you, moaning while you lick her and she calls you her “little human toy”. There are animated bits where her big tits bounce while she’s sucking you off, drool dripping, eyes looking up, and then she pushes you flat and rides your cock slow, grinding until you lose it and blow inside her. Yes, creampie, and yeah, you’re fucking a ghost, but the game kinda doesn’t care how that works, it just shows your cum leaking from her pussy while she laughs like she tricked you again. The sci-fi vibe sneaks in on the side with hints that all this ghost-human stuff is related to some tech project in the city, but honestly I kept forgetting any of that the moment she started rubbing herself on your lap while you’re trying to manage your next delivery on your phone. I played it on my crappy Android on the bus and almost missed my stop because she started grinding against you in one scene, panties pulled aside, whispering if you want to stay with her forever or keep running around for chump change, and I was like bro I’m just trying to not get a boner in public, calm down.

Your mission started as a simple task: to transport a prisoner from one realm to another. But as anyone who’s faced danger knows, simplicity is often just an illusion. Stranded on a hostile planet with dangers lurking in every shadow, your choices narrow instantly. Do you risk seeking help alone, navigating unknown perils with only your wits and weapons? Or do you forge a tenuous alliance with the prisoner, whose fate is now entwined with yours? Each path holds its own dangers and rewards, and the lines between friend and foe blur easily here. Only action will reveal which choice leads to salvation and which drags you deeper into chaos. Prepare to dive headfirst into a savage struggle for survival, where alliances shift like sand and danger hides behind every rock. Will you break chains and carve a path to freedom, or become just another lost soul swallowed by this violent world? Dive into this gripping adventure now and make your mark in a story where every choice pulses with danger and desire.

Tali’s new trip starts like one of those nights where you open a “short” video on Pornhub and end up with ten tabs, a half-finished drink, and your brain full of blue space babes. It picks up right after she bails from that creepy ghost-ship and suddenly she’s not just running anymore, she’s kind of… free. Or at least as free as a quarian in a suit can be while horny aliens, corrupted monsters and smooth-talking assholes keep trying to get inside her helmet and everywhere else. The game throws you into this small but busy slice of space where you bounce between ships, stations and weird corners of the galaxy, running into familiar faces that are way less “heroic” and way more “I want to ride your face, Shepard” than in the original thing. It pretends to be an adventure, and yeah there is some combat and looting and little choices, but honestly my brain mostly went “ok, where is the next scene where Tali gets railed against a bulkhead.”

From my side as a GIF hoarder, the animated stuff is where it really clicks. Not perfect, sometimes the loop jumps a bit or the physics on those big tits act like they are drunk, but that almost helps. Feels less plastic. I ended up sitting there with ScreenToGif and ShareX like a goblin, slowing down the parts where Miranda bends over, that tight suit stretched across her big ass while she smirks like she knows exactly how many people paused the game at that angle back in the day. There’s this one anal scene with Samara that starts all soft, almost like she is meditating, and then suddenly she’s pushing the MC deeper, calm face, filthy words, it hits that nice mix of holy and depraved. I tried to clip that and lost ten minutes just replaying it. On the other hand, some oral scenes feel a bit lazy, like mouths just kind of hover there, but by the time Tali is on her knees teasing and stroking slow, visor fogging from her own breathing, I forgot to be picky. Also, tiny thing, the in-scene UI sometimes pops up right in the best frame when you’re trying to grab a clean loop and it made me want to punch my monitor, then I just kept playing anyway and never fixed it. The corruption side is fun too; one moment Tali is shy, touching herself alone, just little careful masturbation with gloved fingers, and a few choices later she’s letting some messed up monster pin her to the wall, taking it deep, suit squeaking, moaning like she’s been waiting for this the whole series. It’s horny fanfiction with buttons, and I mean that in a good way. Or a bad way. Hard to tell. I’ll still be scrubbing through it later hunting for that perfect five-second loop of Tali arching her back while her mask lights flicker.

You kinda wake up in the middle of nothing and everything at once, pants half on, brain half off, and there’s this catgirl squatting on your bed like some horny goblin that escaped from a hentai Discord server. Tail twitching, ears flicking, tits barely covered, staring at you like you’re both fresh meat and emotional support human. She talks way too fast, touches your stuff, pokes your chest, and before you even remember your own name she’s already teasing you about how hard you’re getting from just looking at her. She acts like she’s doing “research”, but her idea of research is climbing on your lap and grinding on you while asking dumb questions about human mating habits. Real National Geographic moment.

Then her robot buddy rolls in, deadpan voice, glowing eyes, acting like the world’s worst chaperone. It scans your crotch with some cold light, gives a “compatibility confirmed” line that sounds way too clinical for the fact that the catgirl is already palming your dick through your underwear. At some point they start arguing about which position is the best for “maximum data collection” and somehow that ends with you flat on your back, her bouncing on your cock, ears shaking, drool on her tongue while the robot films from the corner like a pervert CCTV camera. You’re supposed to be the one in charge, but she keeps switching between needy kitty and brat that needs spanking, so you’re smacking her ass, grabbing her neck, pulling her hair, trying not to blow too fast while she begs for you to fill her because “fluids are important for the experiment.” She keeps squeezing around you, nails on your chest, doing that ahegao face that looks kind of stupid and kind of perfect when she starts squirting all over your stomach and still refuses to stop riding until you creampie her good.

The childhood friend part hits out of nowhere. One minute you’re messing around with catgirl cosplay outfits and weird sci fi toys, next thing the door slams and your bronzed, short haired wrestling maniac from school walks in, sweaty from training, arms crossed, pretending she’s mad you forgot some promise. She obviously isn’t mad enough to not notice your hard-on. She talks tough, but she blushes as soon as you pin her to the wall and slide your hand down her shorts. She’s strong, but she lets you win. She’s the type that says “I’m not a slut” while her legs shake from your fingers working her clit and your other hand choking her just a bit. When she finally gives in, she climbs on you like it’s just another sparring match, grinding slow, then faster, tits bouncing out of that tight sports bra, smearing sweat and pussy juice on your thighs. The mix of her muscles, her tan lines, the way she clenches when you call her your good little toy, that’s what really hits. At some point she dares you to fuck her harder in front of the open window, like a loser version of exhibitionism, and you actually do, one hand on her hip, the other on her throat, pushing her to the glass while the catgirl watches and masturbates from the bed, tail wrapped around her own leg. Stuff escalates from “oops I slipped in” to full on harem chaos: mouths and asses and pussies getting used, tongues sharing your cum, the robot calmly recording your shame for “future analysis” while you’re groping big tits, forcing messy blowjobs, filling wombs, and trying to remember how this all started with just waking up.

Star Periphery feels like some horny cousin of Mass Effect that got kicked off the Citadel for being way too into traps and monster girls and then ended up hauling junk on the ass end of the galaxy. You start as this clueless guy drifting around the Periphery, all rusted ships and flickering neon and people who absolutely want to use you as stress relief. It’s got that old-school sci-fi vibe, like someone smashed Farscape, Space Truckers and a fetish forum together, then said “yeah alright, now who’s pegging the MC first”. Everything looks used and dirty in a good way, like the kind of cargo bay where you absolutely should not touch anything with bare hands and yet you’re on your knees in there anyway with a futa captain’s cock in your mouth, feeling her grab your hair and treat you like the new ship toy. The game leans hard into futadom, but it doesn’t just throw you into instant porn logic. You start as this kinda shy dude, kind of virgin energy even if you click the cocky options, and then the world slowly wraps around your balls. There’s a perk system, but instead of numbers it kinda feels like your dignity slowly turning into skill points. You do a little job on a grimy station, flirt too much with the wrong tall futa, next thing you know she’s “training” you, which in this game means she’s spreading lube on a toy that really does not look beginner friendly and saying stuff like “breathe, sweetheart” while your character tries not to scream. And the thing is, it’s written so you can almost feel the stretch. Not just “he takes her” but every inch, every pause, the way she teases you about how tight you are and how long she’ll need to work your ass before you can even think about taking her full size.



It’s not just one flavor either. One moment you’re getting jerked off under a table by a smug futa officer while negotiations happen above you, trying not to whimper when she squeezes your throat and whispers that good boys don’t make a mess on the floor. Next scene you wander into some clinic that looks half medical, half torture porn, and there’s this milf doctor with huge tits pressed tight into latex, slowly feminizing you because “a pretty sissy like you will get better contracts”. She puts a vibrator in you “for monitoring” and then just leaves it running while you talk to another NPC, and the game lets you sit in that tension instead of rushing straight to orgasm. There’s anal training arcs where your character is clearly not ready, lots of edging, lots of “no, you don’t get to cum yet, you haven’t earned it”. Sometimes it even annoys the hell out of me, because I’m there desperately clicking thinking “please just let him blow already” and the futa just keeps grinding that big dick between his cheeks, using his ass like a toy without giving him anything back. Then two scenes later you get a softer girl, some punk futa with big tits and a big heart, who strokes you off slow, kisses your forehead, lets you creampie her and you see that internal view of her filling up, and suddenly the game feels almost romantic again. Choices matter just enough to feel messy. Say the wrong thing to the wrong dominant girl and she upgrades your “voyeurism” from watching to being watched, like having you jerk off in a window while the crew passes by. Pick the more submissive options and certain routes open where they push you deeper into sissification and toys, until your “big quest” for the night is basically “how many inches can I take without safewording”. It’s horny, kind of mean, sometimes tender, sometimes way too into spanking when you just wanted a chill titfuck in the cargo hold. But that’s the charm. The Periphery doesn’t care what you planned. It just grabs your throat, pulls you into its lap, and makes you earn every single ending with your ass.