You start as the Avatar in this messed up alternate world, and it feels like someone took the cartoon I watched on my old tiny screen, poured porn all over it, then said “yeah, that’s fine.” The story pretends to care about balance and elements and all that spiritual stuff, but it actually cares about Katara’s tits and Toph’s smug little face way more. One minute you’re talking about destiny, the next minute Katara is kneeling between your legs, pushing her boobs together around your cock like it’s the most normal thing waterbenders do. That switch is honestly funny. And also kinda hot. I kept telling myself “I’m here for the plot,” with my hand already on my underwear, so I’m obviously lying to myself.

What I like is how dirty they let the girls get without making them all act the same. Katara is still that “good girl” healer type, always pretending she’s above it, then she’s crossing her eyes in this stupid cute ahegao look while you fuck her throat and you hear those gaggy sounds that are almost too much. Almost. Toph is different, she feels like the brat who would stomp on your foot and then sit on your face five minutes later. There’s this scene where she uses her earthbending to pin you in place, like you’re the one being mastered instead of the Avatar, and she just grinds on you with this cocky smirk. I both hated and loved that part, because it’s hot as hell, but she also looks like she’s having way more fun than you. And no, I don’t forgive the dev for that tiny UI button that sits just too close to the dialogue skip. I kept misclicking it and losing lines, and it annoyed me every single time, and I never learned.

The humor hits weird sometimes, in a good way. You’ll have this scene where someone gets hurt in a very graphic, “oh shit, that’s blood” kind of way, and then two scenes later you’re watching a ridiculous blowjob joke like nothing happened. It shouldn’t work, but it kinda does, like when you scroll Twitter and there’s a war clip and then a thirst trap right after. The faces during sex are wild too, exaggerated to the point of being almost ugly, but that’s what makes them feel filthy. When Katara rolls her eyes up and drools, it’s not “beautiful,” it’s “wow, she’s getting ruined,” and that hits different. Some of the AI-looking CG is a bit off if you stare too long, like hands bending weird or hair not sitting right, but you’re usually too busy staring at the boobs anyway. I kept thinking I wanted a more heroic Avatar, more serious and noble, but then again, watching this version fuck around and mess everything up is way closer to what actually happens on cam sites: lots of big talk, not much enlightenment, but everyone still comes.

Guy gets into Tokyo Uni thinking he’ll just grind classes, maybe hit the gym a bit, maybe fail a quiz and cry in the shower later. Instead he trips straight into managing a full women’s volleyball team where every girl looks like hentai artists argued over breast size and nobody remembered what a normal uniform fits like. It’s that kind of story. Not subtle, not pretending to be. You’re the only guy swimming in a sea of big boobs, tight shorts, and fake wholesome “we’re just here to practice” energy that lasts about five minutes before the coach starts power-tripping and the girls start orbiting you like horny planets with daddy issues and midterms.

From my gender studies brain, this thing is wild. It pretends to be about training schedules and match strategy, and then half the “strategy” is choosing whether you check in on the shy bookworm in the library or the loud, sweaty ace at the gym who bends over way too slow to pick up the ball. The choices actually matter more than the game looks at first. You skip one girl’s extra workout and suddenly she’s blowing you off in the locker room scene later. Date nights feel like someone watched too many romance anime and then said, fine, but what if he just actually fucks her on the park bench instead of fading to black. The sex is very direct. Lots of oral, lots of vagina, lots of “oops I’m sitting on your lap, senpai” that ends with her moaning with her tits bouncing in those animated loops that look a bit too smooth, like the AI generator was horny but slightly confused.

What hit me the weird way is the netorare angle sneaking around the edges. The coach is not just strict. He’s possessive in this gross patriarchal “I own their bodies because I own their training” way, and the game leans into that tension. One route you’re kissing a girl under the bleachers and later you catch her in a scene that clearly changes if you weren’t nice enough to her earlier, and now she’s doing things with that coach that feel half “I want this” and half “I’m trapped”. It’s hot and fucked up at the same time. As a researcher I’m like, wow, power imbalance, consent blur, institutional abuse patterns. As a player I accidentally clicked the jealous answer and now I hate myself and still watched the whole scene on loop. There’s romance paths too, like actual soft ones, where you build trust, cuddle in the dorm, slow kissing, talk about exams, then end up with a really tender sex scene where she keeps eye contact while riding you and it feels more like emotional intimacy than porn. The game wants to be both cute boyfriend simulator and “everyone is cheating on everyone in secret” drama. Sometimes it works, sometimes it just feels like whiplash. Also there is one tiny UI sound when you confirm a choice that is so annoying I thought my Discord pinged every time and I’m still mad about it. Anyway, multiple endings mean you can be the caring partner, the possessive asshole, or the guy who thinks he’s doing the right thing while the system quietly corrupts every girl around him and you only notice when it’s way, way too late.

This thing starts like one of those depressing medical dramas you half-watch on Netflix while scrolling TikTok. You’re basically fucked, body falling apart, doctor gives you that calm “there’s nothing more we can do” voice. Then this syringe shows up. Not from some lab, not with fancy lore, it’s just “take this, you won’t hurt anymore.” You jab yourself, expecting blank darkness, and instead you wake up sitting on a throne with your dick hard and a whole kingdom acting like you’re their one and only god-king. Zero tutorial, zero build up, people just bow and call you “Your Majesty” while your brain is still trying to remember how to breathe.

The new world hits different. It’s not just “fantasy with boobs”, it leans right into that fever dream where you got everything you wanted but it feels slightly wrong if you think too long. The first time a fox-eared girl with a tail too fluffy to be legal crawls up to you, calls herself your slave, and presents her huge ass like it’s a royal gift, the game just lets you decide how much of a bastard you want to be. You can grab her hips, push her face into the sheets and go straight for anal like you’re checking if this world is really yours. Or, if you’re pretending to be nice, you start slow, slide into her pussy first, listen to her whimper and feel that tail wrap around your leg while she thanks you for “using” her. She’s not the only one like that either. There’s a towering monster girl with horns, thick thighs, tits that bounce a little too perfectly for something that’s supposed to be hand drawn, and she treats you like the only man alive who can actually handle her. When she grinds on your lap, cock buried inside her, claws digging into your shoulders, the game lets the scene linger. No rush, just you, her, and this ugly little thought in the back of your head that your real body is somewhere dying in a hospital bed.

The weird part is how normal the power starts to feel. One day you’re choosing which slave warms your bed, the next you’re getting ceremony talk shoved in your face. You’re king, so now you have to pick a queen. Not just a girl to fuck, but the one who will carry your heir, make your bloodline, all that “legacy” crap. The game actually lets you sit with that. There’s the obedient cat-like futa knight, cock as thick as your wrist, swearing to breed you if you want it, or bend for you if you’d rather fill her instead. She’ll kneel, pull your pants down in the middle of the throne room, take you into her mouth while the rest of the court pretends not to see, then later you can push her on the bed and test how deep her ass stretches, watch the AI-shaped sweat on her back catch the candlelight. Then there’s the gentle type with big soft tits that practically swallow your hands, the kind of girl who rides you slowly, eyes locked on yours, like she genuinely loves the man you are, not just the crown. The art has that slightly off AI look sometimes, fingers a bit too long in one frame or hair blending weird into the pillow, but somehow it helps the whole dreamlike vibe instead of breaking it. You’re always half-aware this might be fake, that the walls shimmer a bit when you push a slave against them and fuck her hard, her moans echoing a little too clean inside the castle halls. While you’re choosing who you’ll knock up, whose belly you’ll fill with your “royal seed” while she begs for more, there’s that sick feeling that any second you could open your eyes and be back with tubes in your arm. Or maybe this is the morphine talking and you already died. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just lets you keep taking what you want. And you do. Over and over.

Finn is having the most fanfic-ass day of his life here. The game basically feels like somebody took Adventure Time, binge watched all the Fionna & Cake stuff on HBO Max, got horny, opened Photoshop and Ren’Py and said “yeah ok this is fine” and then somehow it actually kinda works. Plot is simple on paper: Finn ends up in a dimension where everyone is girls, but it plays out more like one of those old AO3 genderbend fics where canon took a vacation. You roam around in a small sandbox map, poke at locations, grind some basic tasks, push dialog trees and slowly unlock scenes. What sold me is how much it leans into Fionna as not just “female Finn swap” but as her own hot mess. She’s drawn with this chunky big tits / big ass combo that would absolutely never pass on Cartoon Network, but she still talks like a discount shonen hero who watched too many anime dubs. One moment she’s teasing Finn, bending forward just a bit too far while pretending it’s all innocent, next moment she’s being a total gremlin about treasure. It feels like reading a horny doujin where the artist actually watched the show instead of just using a wiki.

There’s this early scene where Finn wakes up in the new world and meets Fionna in what’s basically a cheap parody of the treehouse. The background looks like someone used Clip Studio and called it a day, but the characters pop anyway. When she leans in close to “inspect the damage” on him, the camera crops in on her tits in the most shameless way, and he’s trying to keep his hero face while clearly hard. It’s not subtle. At all. But that’s the fun. Dialog tries to mash canon Finn’s awkward boy-scout vibe with hentai-protag energy, and sometimes it clashes, like he sounds too self aware for his own dick. Still, the teasing is actually hot because the game drags it out. You don’t get instant full sex on first visit, you flirt around, run some dumb little fetch errands, get a bit more cleavage, thigh, butt jiggle in each new CG. The humor helps too. There’s a bit where he compares this all-girl world to one of Ice King’s old fanfics and Fionna just deadpans like “who’s Ice King” and it lands harder if you remember the original fake-fanfic framing from the show. Or misremember, whatever. Also, I’m still annoyed the map icon for one area is just slightly off center. Every time I click it on my tablet in Chrome it bugs me and I keep meaning to complain and then I just end up chasing another scene instead.

Visually it’s not “pro studio hentai game” level, but that’s fine. The art has that slightly uneven linework you see in Patreon artist packs: some CGs are polished and clean, others feel like sketches that got colored at the last second, but the bodies are drawn with real obsession. The way they handle big asses in tight shorts, especially on Fionna when she’s half turned toward you, is straight up thirst-driven. The animations (not going into detail, you’ll see) are more like frame swaps than fluid motion, yet they focus exactly where your eyes go anyway. And yeah, it’s a parody so personalities are dialed up in stupid ways. Fionna flips between tsundere, pervy bro, and clumsy heroine, sometimes all in one dialog branch. There’s a sandbox structure, you wander, talk, unlock, repeat. Oddly relaxing, even when you’re just clicking through text and trying not to miss a teasing line about her ass. Some scenes hit like those old Flash games on Newgrounds, others feel like someone’s horny Discord server project that escaped. On phone, I played it in Firefox and the text occasionally wrapped weird around longer profanity, which somehow made the dirty talk feel more raw. It’s rough in spots, sexy in a very “fanfic that went too far” way, and honestly, it feels like the kind of AU where Finn walks into the wrong dimension and the author never intends to send him back.

Oracle Inside looks innocent when it loads in the browser. Cute island, simple UI, it almost feels like some chill summer adventure VN you’d open on your phone while waiting in a line. Then the pirate ship hits the rocks and suddenly the whole thing turns horny, messy and weird in a way that actually fits the story instead of just throwing tits at your face for no reason. You’re this young farmer guy who’s never seen much of the world, basically raised on potatoes and chores, and in one night he goes from “dad, I’ll feed the chickens” to “why is this barely dressed stranger talking about oracles and magic and also staring at my crotch like it’s part of the prophecy.” It’s not subtle. The game just leans into that awkward “first time touching real skin that isn’t yours” vibe, with the MC trying to act like a hero while clearly thinking with his dick half the time. The humor hits most of the time too: one scene where he tries to give a very serious speech about destiny while hiding a boner behind a bucket actually made me snort-laugh, even if the animation for that bucket clip is hilariously stiff, like someone coded it in a hurry on the bus.

What I liked as a tech nerd is that it actually runs smooth as hell on mobile. I tested it on a mid-range Android (Pixel 6a) in Chrome and on my old iPad using Safari, and it behaved nicer than a lot of “big budget” porn VNs. No random audio desync. Quick saves don’t freak out. Text transitions are fast, no ghosting between scenes, even when you hammer skip to replay that one blowjob scene with the storm still roaring in the background. Touch zones are big enough that you can play with one hand, which the devs absolutely knew. They tease a lot with angles too: partial nudity, wet clothes plastered to bodies after the storm, those little pauses between lines where the camera stays a bit too long on thighs or cleavage. There’s this moment on the beach where the MC is helping a soaked pirate girl out of the water, and the framing keeps “accidentally” cutting her face so you only see lips and chest and the curve of her ass while she jokes about teaching him “more useful hand skills.” It’s cheap, but it works. I just wish the text auto-advance speed slider actually remembered my setting between sessions, but apparently that’s asking for too much from the gods of horny optimization. The whole “oracle” part brings in some light fantasy flavor, a bit of “is this magic or just bullshit to get him naked faster,” and the AI-like prophetic voice that talks in his head at random times is weirdly hot when it starts commenting on his arousal like some pervy inner narrator. And then suddenly the game throws a quiet romantic campfire scene at you, with soft, clumsy kissing, like it remembered it’s supposed to be about feelings too, not just getting the MC’s farming tool wet. It’s chaotic, unpolished, sometimes cringe, sometimes genuinely sweet, and I kind of loved that it never fully decides if it wants to be a horny comedy, a fantasy romance, or just a porn VN pretending to be deeper than it is.

Phoenix is supposed to be solving crimes, but in this thing he’s basically solving who gets to fuck who first. It still looks like an Ace Attorney game at a glance, with the courtroom flow and the stupidly dramatic zooms, but the mood is way filthier. One moment you’re shouting “Objection!” and pressing a witness, next moment you’re peeking at Maya on that creepy WE-TRACK-U gadget and she’s bent over somewhere she really shouldn’t be, tits bouncing while she “accidentally” drops something for the third time. It keeps this weird balance where you actually care about the case, and then you forget the case completely because someone’s getting slowly corrupted in the background and you’re too busy watching. The writing leans heavy into parody, it constantly pokes fun at the original series, but then it turns around and gives you scenes that feel way too hot to be a joke. Bluecorp 2 is doing shady stuff again, sure, but the real crime is how quickly half of the cast ends up naked or morally broken.

Story goes from goofy to kinda fucked up pretty fast, and that’s where the netorare thing shows up. You’re the male protag, but you’re also this helpless viewer sometimes, forced to watch your “ally” get dragged deeper into sleaze while you poke around in menus and evidence. There’s a sick little thrill when you check the tracker, see a new scene unlock, and realize Maya’s doing something she’ll never admit later. Sometimes she’s just teasing, sometimes she’s getting used by side characters you wanted to punch from the first moment they appeared. Big tits are everywhere, by the way, like the artist was physically allergic to small breasts. Every time a new girl shows up the game practically shoves her chest into frame first, then remembers to give her a face. The voyeur angle hits hard: cameras, peeping through doors, catching a corrupt “training session” in a place that was totally innocent in the original games. It’s sleazy on purpose, and the point & click parts encourage you to poke every stupid hotspot, because half of them end up triggering some lewd animation or a dirty line instead of something useful. Trading cards of the girls are just pure fanbrain candy, like a horny gacha without the gacha, and I hate that I cared enough to try and complete the set.

A horny little mess of a game, but in a good way. You start as this very not-heroic guy poking around a warped version of old Greece that looks like someone mashed up a horny mythology book and a Justice League fanfic on Reddit. One minute you’re talking about gods and temples, next minute you’ve got Wonder Woman chained up in what is basically your private sex dungeon, pretending this is all part of some “grand plan.” It pretends to be about strategy and influence, but honestly it’s mostly about how fast you can turn heroines into obedient toys while the game smiles at you like, “yeah, you’re the bad guy, and?” That tone really worked for me. The story acts serious for like three lines, then you’re lining up an anal scene with a legendary amazon and it forgets all about morals.

On phone it actually feels weirdly natural, like a horny text sim that got out of hand. You’re in this loose sandbox where you juggle money, reputation, and girls you’ve broken, and you hop between locations: some temple here, some shady base there, maybe a seedy alley where you catch your next victim in costume. There was this moment where I dragged a certain famous amazon down from her pedestal, literally, by stripping her piece by piece while she still tried to talk about justice. First she’s spitting insults, then your hand is in her hair and she’s on her knees swallowing your cock like she owes you back pay. The transition from proud warrior to cock sleeve feels slow in a good way, but suddenly you’re hitting “titfuck” and “creampie” options and wondering how the hell you got here so fast. And the game doesn’t explain half the mechanics. I just clicked things until she went from “I’ll kill you” to “yes, master” and somehow that felt right for this kind of parody. There’s one tiny UI icon in the corner that keeps wiggling and I still don’t know what it does. I hate it. I will never look it up.

What surprised me most is how often the scenes escalate without repeating the same boring porn beats. One time I forced an amazon to do a slow, humiliating strip in a dusty Greek hall, torches on the walls, her armor dropping one piece at a time. You can choose to just watch and jerk off like some lazy god, or you can walk up, grab her wrists, and turn it into a rough handjob against a pillar while she tries not to moan. Another run I focused more on oral stuff, pushing Wonder Woman to “serve” you on command, mouth open, cum dripping down her chin while she keeps her crown on, like a twisted homage to her superhero look. There’s vaginal, anal, the usual menu, but the fun part is when you mix it with the slavery aspect. Order her to clean up your mess with her tongue after a creampie, then send her back out pretending to still be a champion of justice. The game keeps tossing little sandbox hooks at you, like “send this heroine to work” or “keep her in the cell,” and sometimes nothing happens, sometimes you come back and she’s masturbating in her chains because you broke her too far. Also, the sound is almost nothing and I still wish there was just a tiny sloppy blowjob noise, but whatever, it’s not changing. At least it lets you be a complete bastard in this fake Greek parody world and nobody opens a moral speech balloon over your head.

Storm, wet wood, that weird mix of salt and fear in your throat, and right in the middle of that you’ve got her: this perfect elven wife who still somehow looks holy even with her robes clinging to her curves. The game throws you onto this nameless island like the ocean just spat you out, and suddenly your “happily ever after” feels like a joke with bad timing. It’s not a complicated setup, actually kind of simple, which makes it worse. You, the loyal husband, still trying to act like a hero. Her, the devout priestess who actually believes all that purity talk. And then that guy, Borwin, this sweaty, wheezing sailor with piggy eyes who starts looking at her like she’s the last piece of meat in the world. The whole thing is a slow punch in the gut, because nothing explodes, nobody just jumps into fucking right away. It just stretches. Long glances. His “accidental” touches. Her nervous smile that hangs a little too long. And you get stuck watching, almost tasting that ugly mix of jealousy and arousal in your own mouth, like cheap rum you didn’t mean to drink.

What hit me hardest is how the game doesn’t rush the dirty stuff. First it plays with your brain. They’re sitting close to the fire, he laughs too loud, his hand lands on her thigh, and she doesn’t slap it away. Not right away. You feel that little sting in your chest, like, “hey, that’s my wife,” but you also stare at the screen longer than you should. When he ogles her tits through soaked fabric, it’s not subtle, and she notices, but instead of screaming she blushes and fidgets and pretends she didn’t see. It’s messed up, watching her slowly slide from “holy and untouchable” to “kind of flattered that this filthy bastard wants her so bad.” The corruption is mostly in her expressions, tiny shifts. Mouth a bit more parted when he leans close. Eyes not quite meeting yours. Then the touches change. His hand on her ass when he helps her “climb over a rock.” His fingers brushing along the inside of her thigh while he plays it off like he’s checking a wound. There’s a scene where she’s kneeling in front of him, supposedly “tending an injury,” and the camera knows exactly what your brain is doing. Her face is too close to his crotch, her lips too wet, and for a second the game just lets you sit there wondering if she’s going to use her mouth on him or if you’re just filthy for even thinking it.

At some point the line breaks and you don’t even remember exactly where. One night the priestess who swore her body belongs to the gods is on her back, robe pushed up, legs spread, and the guy filling her is not you. She moans in a way you’ve never heard from her scenes with you, louder, less controlled, like her body finally stopped pretending. Her tits bounce when he pounds into her, her ass lifts up to meet him, and you feel this horrible heat in your gut because the animation really leans into how much she’s getting into it. She grabs his arm, begs him not to stop, and the worst part is how her words sound half like prayer, half like porn. There’s this nasty little bit where he gropes her under the pretense of “warming her up” after a cold night, his thick fingers pushing under her clothes, and she’s shivering but not from the cold anymore. She bites her lip, tries to mumble something about “marriage vows,” but she’s grinding against his hand while she says it. Oral, handjob, full-on fucking, it all comes, just not in the order your pride would like. The game never lets you escape that tight, ugly feeling of watching your “treasure” get taken, then watching her start to want it more than anything you ever gave her. And you know what makes it even dirtier? There’s no choice to fix it, no magic button to “save” her. You’re just there, stuck in your own skin, watching this elf with a big perfect ass and soft bouncing tits get slowly rewritten by a disgusting sailor, and somewhere in the middle of her crying and moaning you realize you’re stroking yourself and hating yourself at the same time.

Dragon Lewd Z hits different when you're expecting another generic parody game but instead get something that actually... wait, did Android 18 just proposition me in the most casual way possible? This Ren'Py trainer throws you into situations where Bulma's being way more forward than she ever was in the anime, and honestly? The sandbox elements let you stumble into scenarios that would make Roshi blush. The whole thing feels like someone took DBZ fan fiction and cranked the horny dial to eleven, which sounds terrible in theory but somehow works when you're clicking through dialogue trees trying to figure out how to unlock that scene with Chi-Chi everyone keeps talking about on the forums.

The relationship building mechanics are pretty straightforward - you interact with characters, build up points, unlock increasingly spicy content. Nothing revolutionary here, but the writing has this weird charm where Android 21's dialogue actually sounds like something she'd say if she was, you know, trying to seduce someone. The MILF content is surprisingly well done too, though I wish there was more variety in the interaction types. Sometimes you're just clicking the same conversation options hoping something new triggers. The thicc character designs definitely lean into what you'd expect from a DBZ parody, but they nail that balance between recognizable and lewdified without going full uncanny valley.

What really caught me off guard was how the game doesn't take itself too seriously while still delivering on the adult content. Like, there's actual effort put into making the scenarios feel somewhat natural within this ridiculous universe where everyone's suddenly DTF. The sandbox structure means you can focus on whichever character catches your interest, though navigation can feel clunky when you're trying to find specific events. Still missing some quality of life features that would make the experience smoother, but for what it is, Dragon Lewd Z scratches that very specific itch of "what if DBZ characters were horny and available."