Bulma's got this little smirk that just says she knows she's got the upper hand, even when she's on her knees. That's the whole mood right there. The art isn't polished, it's got that rough fan project feel where the lines are a bit too thick and the shading is more of a suggestion than a rule. Honestly it reminds me of the stuff people used to scribble on the oekaki boards back in the day, that raw horny energy before everyone got good at digital painting. There's something about the jank that makes it feel more direct, like you're looking at someone's unfiltered fantasy scrapbook rather than a product.

The training loop is basically a clicker but with Saiyan pride getting dismantled piece by piece. You start with Vegeta being Vegeta, all scouter readings and royal lineage bullshit, and Ceno just wears him down. I spent way too long on the first few scenes because the stat checks are kinda brutal and the grind is real. There's no clever minigame or strategy, it's just hammering the same actions until the dominance meter ticks over. It gets repetitive but that repetition almost becomes hypnotic, like you're the one being conditioned. I wish there was more with Gohan but what's there is surprisingly intense, that quiet kid energy turning into something else entirely. The domination stuff isn't subtle, it's full on breaking wills and claiming territory, and the dialogue leans hard into the power fantasy. No aftercare, no soft moments, just conquest. The sound design is nonexistent which actually adds to the grimy atmosphere, just the hum of my laptop fan and the occasional click. My Discord kept pinging and it was weirdly jarring, pulling me out of this hyperfocused degenerate state. The Piccolo scenes are my favorite even though they're brief, something about the stoic Namekian finally cracking. Don't go in expecting a faithful adaptation of the source material, the characterization is whatever serves the scene. Goku shows up and he's almost too eager, which is a choice I guess. The whole thing feels like a fever dream I had after falling asleep watching the Cell saga.

You open this thing and bam, you’re suddenly this dude who somehow owns a gym for monster girls only. Not a normal gym, not a cheap porn setup, more like some weird mix of therapy, horny fantasy, and management sim that spent too long on Patreon. Every girl that walks through the door has ears, tails, claws, wings or god knows what, and also tits that laugh at gravity. They come in wearing tight sport uniforms that absolutely fail at being modest, pretending they’re here to “get fit” while their boobs are trying to escape every time they touch a treadmill. You’re supposed to make the place “safe” and “comforting,” but let’s be real, the game knows exactly what it’s doing when the wolf girl bends over for stretches and the camera just happens to forget her face and stay on that ass. You’re walking around the gym floor, clicking on weights, checking machines, pretending you care about reps and BPM while your actual brain is like “ok but how do I get the bunny girl to trust me enough to let me ‘adjust her posture’ in the showers.”

The sandbox part hits early. No hand holding, just you tossed into this half-RPG, half-trainer thing where money, stamina, and horny are always wrestling in your head. You set training plans for each girl, pick if she’s doing cardio, squats, or “private lessons” in the back room where the mirrors are way too clean. Some of them want strict coaching, some want motivational touching that is about 2% sport and 98% “yeah, you can grab my hips to correct my form.” Suddenly you’re arguing with a dragon girl about her confidence while her top is one bad stretch away from turning the whole gym into a public orgy. One minute you’re carefully planning a new machine purchase to attract more clients, the next you’re in a late-event scene where the shy cat girl who always hides in the corner finally snaps and presses you against the wall, asking if she’s still “too soft” as she guides your hands over her body. The romance side tries to be sweet about self-acceptance, which is cute, then immediately throws you a CG where you’re pounding a thick centaur girl against a locker while her hooves are clacking on the tiles and someone is probably working out right outside.

There’s this weird thing where the game wants to talk about body image and “accepting your own shape” and then gives you a slime girl whose boobs literally swell when you praise her progress, like a horny balloon. You’re checking stats, affection, lust, training results, and it feels kind of like running a horny spreadsheet, except the spreadsheet moans when you click it. One of my favorite “wtf” moments was when I scheduled a totally normal training day, clicked through too fast, and suddenly I’m in a scene where the muscular orc girl is using me as a workout tool, making me hold a plank position while she grinds on my back and calls it “balance practice.” The public gym thing is always in the background too, so half the sex scenes are lowkey exhibitionism: quick sloppy blowjob behind the squat rack while another client is stretching two meters away, or you “helping” the fox girl in the sauna as the steam hides nothing at all. It’s horny, messy, sometimes strangely wholesome, then it throws a furry CG at you that looks like it took the artist all their sanity to finish. The whole thing feels like someone mashed together a management game, a monster girl dating sim, and the dirty thoughts you get while scrolling Instagram fitness reels, then turned the horny slider to max and never looked back.

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.

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.

You know what gets me about these Sith training simulators? Nobody ever talks about the actual logistics of corrupting someone. Like, she shows up at your creepy dark lord cave already kicked out of her Jedi academy, already "hungry for power," already basically gift wrapped for corruption. Where's the challenge? I wanted to earn that fall from grace, not just... receive it like space amazon delivery.

But then the training started and I forgot to be mad about it. The domination mechanics aren't subtle at all. You bend her over your meditation chamber console and she's already wet before you've said three words about the dark side. The creampie animations are surprisingly detailed for something that feels this unpolished otherwise. Her big ass jiggles when you finish inside her and the game just... lingers on it. No fade to black, no tasteful camera angle change. Just her leaking on the floor of your ship while she asks about force choke techniques. The tonal whiplash is something else.

The oral sex scenes unlock way too early. I had her on her knees before I'd even explained what the Sith code actually means, which feels like bad teaching methodology. She's supposed to be this prodigy who mastered every academy path but she drops to suck you off with zero resistance. The corruption system is basically just a progress bar that fills up every time you fuck her or make her do something degrading during missions. I sent her to assassinate some rebels on Tatooine and the game gave me the option to make her do it naked. She didn't question it. Just... complied. The Jedi really dropped the ball with this one's training. Or maybe that's the point? The game keeps hinting she might betray you but honestly she's been nothing but a cock hungry apprentice so far. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop but right now she's just my personal force sensitive fleshlight who occasionally force chokes people for me. The sandbox elements let you repeat training sessions and sex scenes which is nice but the missions are where the real degradation happens. Made her crawl through a cantina on all fours while I watched through a security feed. The patrons didn't react. That's either a bug or the most depressing commentary on Outer Rim society I've ever seen.

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.

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.

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.

You know what's funny? I spent like three hours last night just watching the numbers go up on my spreadsheet. Not even the sex parts, just the management screen. My father in this game, some corpo bigshot, drops a fat stack of eddies in my lap and basically says "don't fuck it up" and what do I do? Immediately start a brothel. Classic.

The girls have these stats you train up, obedience and technique and some other things I already forgot. There's this one girl, got her from some back alley deal, terrible attitude but her pain tolerance was already at 60%. The clients in this cyberpunk hellhole are... specific. Some chrome-plated freak wants a girl who can recite poetry while being shocked? There's a fetish for that apparently. The game doesn't judge, it just provides the checkbox and you tick it and the money comes in. I wish the dialogue trees had more branches though, sometimes it feels like you're just clicking through the same three responses until the bar fills up. But then again, isn't that just customer service?

The whole thing runs in browser which means I can tab over to my actual work spreadsheets when the boss walks by. Same energy honestly. Numbers go up, dopamine hits, rinse repeat. The cyberpunk setting is mostly window dressing, neon signs and rain effects that my laptop fan hates, but it sets the mood. You're not saving the world here, you're just another scumbag exploiting the system. The sex slave training part is exactly what it sounds like, no romantic subplot to soften it, just raw transaction after transaction. Sometimes I forget I'm supposed to be roleplaying and just optimize the brothel layout for maximum throughput. What does that say about me? Don't answer that.