The thing about this one is the waterbending cock isn't even the weirdest part. It's how Asami just walks in like she's delivering a package. No buildup, no tension, just "hey I invented a machine that's basically a strapon made of water, you wanna test it?" And Korra's like yeah sure, because apparently that's where we are now in their relationship. I spent way too long staring at the machine design, it's got these tubes and glowing bits that make zero sense but also I couldn't look away.

The training tag is doing some heavy lifting here because the whole setup is Korra was practicing her bending and then suddenly it's not about bending elements anymore. Unless you count the water dildo. Which I guess is technically waterbending adjacent. The foreplay tag is a lie though, the description literally says they skip all that because they've hooked up before. Which is efficient I suppose but also where's the romance, where's the buildup, I wanted at least a little tension before Asami just straps on her homemade hydro-powered invention.

The lesbian content is exactly what you'd expect from these two, they've got chemistry from the show and it translates here but in the most direct way possible. No subtlety. Asami takes charge immediately and Korra just goes with it, which feels right for their dynamic even if I wish there was more back and forth. The strapon mechanics are straightforward, it's a machine so it does what machines do, vibrating and thrusting without any input from the person wearing it which is both convenient and kind of impersonal. Like Asami's just the delivery system for her own invention. That's either hot or weird depending on your mood, I can't decide. The dildo itself being made of water is a nice touch for the avatar universe but also raises questions about temperature control that the game never addresses. Cold water would be a problem. Just saying.

Fingers still remember the cold glass of the datapad, that slight vibration when a client pings you with a request. This game, it's not some slick corpo production. Feels more like a bootleg shard you slot in, rough edges and all. You got this inheritance, a pile of eddies from your old man, and the only sane investment in this neon-drenched hellscape is a brothel. So you're in. The management part is just spreadsheets with a dirty skin, picking which joytoy to train in what, matching their busted stats to some freak's specific kink. The tactile part, the real part, is in the training. Clicking through the options, you almost feel the resistance, the slow burn of breaking down a new acquisition's will. The screen's static hums, and you're just... pushing buttons, making a person into a product.

Wish the city itself felt more alive. You get these text blurbs about violence and lawlessness, but it's all outside the window you never look through. It's just a menu. A menu with a very specific, sweaty focus. The whole thing is about optimizing holes for profit, which is as grim and transactional as it sounds. The sex slave training isn't some gentle dom thing. It's a cold, mechanical process of upgrading a unit's stats. Oral technique goes from 'reluctant' to 'expert' and you feel nothing but a manager's satisfaction. That's the weird part. It's not even hot, not really. It's the same feeling as optimizing a build in a regular RPG, except the build is a person's degradation arc.

There's this one moment, a client demands a girl with high 'submission' and a specific 'synthetic' fetish. You check your roster, find a match, and the credit chime is just... flat. You did it. You're good at this. The game never judges you, which is its own kind of horror. It just gives you more numbers to crunch. Don't expect some deep roleplay. The choices are about resource allocation, not moral quandaries. You're not a person in this world, you're a systems operator for a meat vending machine. And the machine needs more lubricant. Always more.

Star Trainer feels like someone grabbed a Saturday morning cartoon, poured vodka on it, then said “ok now you’re a horny RPG.” You’re not just poking at menus and clicking through dialogue, you’re basically running a very illegal private lessons course for Star, trying to turn her from hyperactive magical girl into your personal, hm, “well trained” pet project. And yeah, she’s got those ridiculous anime boobs that look like they had their own gravity patch installed. At first it’s all cutesy, she’s needy and bratty and still acts like the original show, all sparkly energy and bad decisions. Then suddenly you’re talking about obedience, punishment, what happens if she skips “training,” and the game is just like “yeah cool, anyway rub lotion on her tits to improve stats.”

The best part is also the dumbest part. The training system pretends to be serious, like you’re doing some strategic planning, but half of it is just you figuring out how far you can push her in each scene without breaking her completely. One moment you’re lecturing her about responsibility, next moment you’ve got her bent over some random piece of furniture that didn’t even exist in the show, spanking that thick cartoon ass while she’s whining and still calling you some cute nickname. It’s this weird mix of “I’m her mentor” and “I’m absolutely abusing this situation” and the game never really decides which one it is. Sometimes she’s scared, sometimes she’s horny, sometimes she’s both in the same two lines, like her brain is lagging. And of course there’s the MILF angle sneaking around the edges, because the show had that hot mom energy and the game knows it. You get those tiny hints that more mature flesh is on the menu and your brain just short circuits a bit.

What cracked me up is how casual it is with Star’s corruption. You’re unlocking stuff and it’s like “oh cool, now she’s more obedient” and then suddenly she’s riding your cock like she’s been doing it for years, tits bouncing all over the screen, face flushed, star-wand completely forgotten somewhere in the background. The pacing of her “development” is absolutely nonsense. First training session she’s all “no no, this is wrong,” three visits later she’s asking for harder punishment because it “helps her learn better.” Sure, professor. The parody vibe is strong, but also completely off in a good way, like someone half remembered the show while horny and filled the gaps with porn logic. And I still can’t get over how serious the game pretends to be about stats: obedience, lewdness, discipline, whatever, like this is some productivity app from hell. I kept catching myself min-maxing her humiliation levels like I was optimizing my workflow in Notion. The only thing that really annoyed me for real is how sometimes a dialogue option looks like harmless teasing and then boom, you’re locked into some heavy scene you weren’t ready for yet, and there is no “nah, let’s slow down” route, the game just drags you deeper. But that’s kind of the charm too, you keep thinking “ok, this is too much” and then you click again anyway.

The mouse wheel scrolls back through dialogue and there’s this one bit where a character, I think her name’s Melody but I might be mixing her up with someone from a completely different Patreon project, she’s got this pink sheen on her skin like candy apple gloss and when you click to advance, the text doesn’t just appear, it sort of bleeds onto the screen, letter by letter, and the sound it makes is a wet little tap, like a finger on a sticky counter. That sound, I kept scrolling back just to hear it again while my own fingertips were resting on the plastic of my Logitech, and the disconnect between that cheap, hard surface and the imagined texture of her, it was doing something weird to my brain.

The automatic saves are a lifesaver because I kept hitting Esc to get to the menu, thinking I’d broken something. The ctrl to skip text is essential too, because honestly, some of the buildup is just waiting for the next contact, the next moment where the art goes from rough sketch lines to this soft, almost bruised watercolor around the edges of a breast or a thigh. The whole thing feels unpolished in a way that’s not a flaw, it’s like finding a diary with pages torn out. You see the pencil marks they forgot to erase. I spent way too long trying to see if the clothing would rip dynamically if I clicked on a specific spot, it doesn’t, but the way a piece of fabric just vanishes between one click and the next has its own kind of clumsy charm.

I forgot to check if there was a gallery mode. Got distracted by a scene with a tentacle that wasn’t even the main event, just a background detail in a jar on a shelf, and I kept poking at it with my cursor like an idiot. The whole thing runs in a browser window and my chrome crashed once, but the autosave had my back so I was right back to where I’d been, which was kneeling in some digital dungeon with text describing a warmth spreading across a character’s lap. The offline version from SubscribeStar is probably more stable, but the jank of the online build has its own vibe, like a game that’s still breathing and changing.

Oh god the gifs. The gifs in this thing. Look, Spa Recreation presents itself like one of those throwaway HTML labors of love you'd find buried on a forum in 2006, and honestly that's exactly what it is. You're some guy, first visitor to a luxury spa, and the text is just... there. Functional. Then boom, a gif of a busty maid in a uniform that's doing architectural work it was never designed for, and suddenly you're reading about how she's going to train you. Train you. At a spa. The logic collapses immediately and the game does not care.

It's a femdom thing, obviously. These women, all real models apparently, have big tits and bigger attitudes, and the whole vacation setup is just a flimsy excuse for BDSM training scenarios. The maid uniform stays on for a while, then doesn't. There's a milf type who shows up later with this look like she's already bored of owning you. The sex slave training angle isn't subtle, it's literally the plot. Click, read some text that sounds translated through three languages and a blender, then another gif loads of someone getting dominated. The spa setting is hilarious because nothing relaxing happens unless your idea of relaxation is... actually nevermind.

The size of this thing caught me off guard. You think it'll be five minutes and done but there's way more gifs than any sane person would compile. Hundreds maybe. I kept clicking just to see how deep the rabbit hole went and it kept going. The writing is whatever, functional at best, sometimes it forgets what tense it's in or who's speaking. But that's not why anyone's here. It's a porn delivery system wrapped in an adventure game skeleton, and on that front it delivers with the enthusiasm of someone who really, really wanted to share their collection. The training scenarios escalate in ways that would get the spa's license revoked immediately. No idea how this place stays in business. Probably doesn't pay taxes either.

Bob’s downward dog form is genuinely tragic. Shoulders up by his ears, spine curved like a question mark. Catherine’s trying to correct him but her instructions are getting breathier by the second because Mimi, their new yoga instructor, has decided that today’s session needs a different kind of flow. The real model thing threw me at first. Like, these are actual photographed people doing increasingly compromising poses, and there’s something weirdly intimate about watching real bodies contort while the dialogue gets filthier. Not complaining. Just saying it hits different than drawn sprites.

The choice system is barebones but functional. You pick who does what, which position gets focus, whether Bob watches or participates. The training angle is more about unlocking new scenes than actual skill progression, though I did find myself weirdly invested in whether Bob would finally nail his warrior pose. Spoiler: he doesn’t. He’s too busy with other things. The threesome dynamic unfolds through these yoga sessions where stretching becomes an excuse for increasingly explicit contact. Mimi’s the catalyst obviously, all whispered suggestions and hands that wander during adjustments. Catherine starts hesitant but the sporty girls tag isn’t just aesthetic. These women are flexible in ways that make certain scenes logistically impressive.

Got distracted halfway through by a notification from my actual fitness app telling me I’ve been sedentary for three hours. The irony wasn’t lost on me. The erotic writing is direct, no flowery metaphors, just blunt descriptions of bodies moving together. Sometimes that works. Sometimes it reads like someone narrating a very specific fantasy without much buildup. The yoga theme gives it structure though, each session escalating naturally from warmup to cooldown. Or what passes for cooldown here. The real model photography means expressions don’t always match the intensity the text is describing, which creates this uncanny gap between what you’re reading and what you’re seeing. Still thinking about whether that’s a flaw or just part of the charm.

The whole thing runs on a delusion and a pair of headphones. Some chick thinks God is whispering in her ear but it's just her friends messing with her through an app. You get to pick what she does next. Sometimes the choice is obvious, sometimes it's like trying to guess which wire to cut on a bomb made of horny. The boxing tag is weird because there's no actual fighting, just training montages where she throws punches in a sports bra and the camera lingers on her tits bouncing. Classic.

The sex tape mechanic is where it gets good. You can record scenes and replay them later, which sounds pointless until you realize the black cock tag isn't just for show. There's a whole route where she ends up in a gym shower with a guy twice her size and the game lets you pick positions mid-scene. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, the usual. But the dress tag matters because you can change her outfit before each encounter and some outfits unlock different dialogue. The hentai style means everything is exaggerated, huge eyes, impossible proportions, fluids that defy physics.

The meditation parts are actually the funniest. She sits cross-legged and tries to clear her mind while the voice tells her to touch herself. If you pick the wrong option she snaps out of it and the scene ends. If you pick right, the voice gets more explicit and she starts grinding against a pillow. The game never explains why her friends are doing this or what they get out of it. Maybe that's the point. You're just as lost as she is.

One thing that bugged me, the training minigame where you tap to make her do squats, it resets your progress if you switch tabs. Annoying. But the replay value is there if you want to see all the sex positions and the different outfits. The delusion angle could have gone darker but it stays pretty light. Like a porno version of that one Black Mirror episode nobody talks about.

The thing about Ceno Trainer is that it knows exactly what it is. A rough, unpolished parody that doesn't pretend to be anything else. The art has that specific amateur hentai quality where proportions shift between scenes and sometimes a character's face looks like they're remembering a joke from three panels ago. But here's the weird part. That jank actually works for the domination themes. When you're cycling through training options and the interface glitches slightly, it adds this accidental layer of unpredictability that makes the power dynamics feel less scripted.

The training mechanics are straightforward. You pick activities, stats go up, scenes unlock. What surprised me was how the game handles submission progression. It's not just a linear climb. There are these moments where a character's resistance spikes and you have to switch approaches, and the game doesn't telegraph this at all. I spent way too long trying to figure out why Vegeta's obedience stalled at 47% before realizing I needed to alternate between verbal degradation and physical displays. The game never explains this. You just have to stumble into it.

The inclusivity angle is... complicated. It's a Dragon Ball parody, so the character designs lean heavily into exaggerated masculine physiques, which works for certain queer gazes but the game itself doesn't seem aware of that. There's no intentional queer coding, just the accidental homoeroticism that's always been present in DBZ. The domination scenes between male characters hit different when you're reading them through a gay lens, even if the text assumes a straight male player. I wish the dialogue options acknowledged that. They won't. But the fantasy is there if you squint.

The sound design is basically nonexistent and one of the transformation sequences loops incorrectly and I'm still not sure if that's a bug or a feature. The Ceno art style grows on you like a fungus. By hour three I was genuinely into it.

Angel Tower is like finding a half eaten box of expensive chocolates in a dumpster behind a club. You know it's wrong, it's a bit melted, but the filling is still weirdly good. The whole thing feels like a fever dream where everyone has perfect bodies and absolutely zero moral compass. You're just watching Malcolm and Ginger, these two disasters, navigate a world that's all penthouse suites and sticky nightclub floors. The art is that specific kind of CG hentai where the skin shines a little too much, like everyone is slightly oiled up at all times. It's not polished, it's deliberately grimy, and honestly that's the point.

The harem mechanics are there, obviously. You collect these broken angels like damaged trading cards, each one with a new tattoo that marks them as part of your... crew? Collection? It's a training dungeon thing, but calling it a dungeon is generous. It's more like a very fancy room where you teach them things that would get you arrested in any civilized dimension. I spent way too long trying to figure out if the threesome scene in the club's back room was a bug or a feature because the dialogue looped three times before the moaning synced up. It's that kind of jank. The visual novel parts are just walls of text with a few choices that mostly lead to the same sticky end, but you're not here for branching narratives, are you?

There's this one angel, I think her name was something floral, who has a tattoo that glows during certain scenes. I don't remember the plot explaining why. Maybe it's a secret, maybe the dev forgot to write it in. The whole game feels like that, a bunch of spicy Easter eggs hidden under a layer of grime. The tower itself is barely a tower, more of a vertical slice of hedonism where the rich get richer and the naked get nakeder. It's disgusting and exciting in the way that watching a car crash is, you can't look away even when the physics engine breaks and a character's arm clips through a velvet couch.