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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

Catherine’s downward dog form is genuinely terrible and I can’t stop thinking about it. Bob keeps adjusting her hips with this look on his face like he’s solving a sudoku puzzle, completely oblivious that Mimi is basically undressing them both with her eyes from across the yoga mat. The whole setup feels like one of those videos that gets recommended to you at 2am on a site you definitely didn’t bookmark. You know the ones.

What gets me is how seriously the game takes the yoga part. There’s actual breathing exercises and pose sequences you have to click through, and I found myself genuinely trying to nail the warrior pose before remembering why I was actually here. Mimi’s little smirks during the cooldown stretches made me feel like I was back in that disastrous pilates class from 2019 where I pulled a hamstring trying to impress the instructor. Except here the instructor is actively orchestrating a threesome and nobody’s pretending they’re just there for the flexibility benefits.

The choice system is weirdly stressful for something this unpolished. Pick the wrong breathing pattern and suddenly Catherine’s giving you this disappointed look while Bob fumbles with his mat like a man who’s never seen a human body before. But then you hit the right sequence and Mimi’s top just sort of... stops existing? The transitions are so abrupt I laughed out loud twice. Real model integration means everyone looks slightly uncanny in that specific way where you can tell they photographed actual humans but the posing feels like a Sears catalog from hell. Catherine’s flexibility is impressive though. For yoga purposes. Obviously.

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.

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.