Stormbound Hotel feels like someone mashed together a horny ghost story, a dating sim, and that awkward moment when Pornhub auto-plays a video you didn’t exactly search for but you keep watching anyway. You’re the poor bastard who runs this weird, isolated hotel, basically a pretty boy receptionist who accidentally signed a contract with... whatever the hell that thing in the background is. It comments on you, on the girls, on your choices, like a shitty Twitch chat that can read your thoughts. The place looks fancy at first glance, but it has this “you’re not going anywhere” vibe. Doors feel more like rules than furniture. Guests show up, storms hit, secrets drip out slowly, like cum on the floor you forgot to clean. You're supposed to be a gracious host, but the whole building is basically one big voyeur nest, watching everything, quietly jerking off to social tension.

Sara is the first real test. She walks in like a normal guest, soaked from the rain, kind of nervous, kind of curious. Nothing too wild at the start: you offer towels, small talk, that polite flirting where you’re both pretending it’s just normal hospitality, while the camera keeps hanging on her chest and legs longer than it should. She’s got those big soft tits that the game clearly loves to show, clothes clinging when wet, little hints of nipples, this teasing rhythm where you’re not sure if you imagined it. Scenes start tame: a hand “accidentally” brushing her thigh, a joke that’s almost too sexual, her catching you glancing at her boobs through the hotel uniform. Then you get those choice points where the whole vibe shifts. You lean in too fast, she shuts down. Play it slow, she opens up. It’s not subtle exactly, but it feels like the game actually wants you to read her mood, not just mash the horny option. When she touches herself in that lonely room and you watch from the shadows, it’s hot, but also kinda fucked up how normal your character treats spying on a guest masturbating. I liked it. I hated that I liked it. Then I liked that I hated it.

At some point the game starts slipping in more explicit stuff: messy blowjobs where you see her struggle for breath a bit, handjobs where her fingers glide with this lazy, intimate pace, footjobs that come out of nowhere like “oh, we’re doing that now, okay.” The camera loves her feet almost as much as her tits, focusing on toes curling when she gets close, or her sole pressing on your cock while she gives you this half-innocent, half-knowing smile. There’s a scene where she tries a toy in the bathroom, the kind of thing that looks like she brought it “just in case” but the hotel is clearly egging her on. Wet sounds, little gasps, mirror shots, the usual, but the fun part is that you know she thinks she’s alone while the hotel is basically watching every move. It sometimes cuts just before you expect explicit penetration, then later throws a full-on vaginal scene in a place that feels almost too public, with doors not quite closed and the constant risk someone sees you. The sex itself is straightforward: big boobs bouncing, mouth wrapped around you, your hand on her hair, her legs spread on the bed or couch, her bare feet rubbing you until you twitch. It’s not reinventing porn or something, but the whole hotel setup, with this creepy spectator voice and you as this half-trapped, half-lucky host, gives it this strange flavor of erotic pressure. It’s romance, sure, in a broken way. The kind of romance where someone falls in love with the person who keeps watching them when they think they’re alone, and the game pretends that’s almost sweet.

Belle feels like that coworker you always half-suspected was trouble, except here she’s already in your apartment, already in your life, already your partner in this weird blurry space between romance and “we’re about to break something important.” The game drops you straight into that mood where work brain hasn’t fully turned off but she’s bouncing around with this secret purchase, acting smug and horny at the same time. It calls itself lighthearted, and yeah, it mostly is, but it keeps poking at those little power fantasies office people usually bury under spreadsheets and Slack messages. One moment you’re joking about expense reports, next moment she’s waving around a magic thing that messes with bodies like it’s a new productivity app. I actually opened Discord mid-play to tell a friend “this woman is absolutely going to ruin the universe,” then went right back because I wanted to see how badly she’d mess you up first. The humor is very “someone wrote this after a long week at work” and that kind of fits. Sometimes a joke lands really stupid and then two screens later she says something filthy and you forget you were rolling your eyes.

The main kick here is watching bodies change in front of you and deciding just how far you let it go. Belle starts off as that cute, slightly chaotic partner type, then the game keeps handing you these little yes/no moments, or “push it more / let it calm down” choices. Her tits don’t just grow, they creep up on you. It feels like the game is going “this is still fine, right?” until suddenly her shirt looks like it’s about to explode and she’s acting like it’s the most natural thing ever. Same with your own body; at one point you’re this regular guy unwinding after work, later you’re glancing at the screen thinking “ok this cock is honestly too big, where does that even go.” When she teases you about “testing capacity” I had that tiny second of “yeah sure, fantasy logic” then she actually tries and you can almost feel the weight of it, like the scene is slightly too cramped for what the writer stuffed in. There’s a moment where she’s redhead hot, tits huge, climbing on you, and the line between playful and almost predatory is very thin, and that’s what lingers. Not the joke, not the silly world-saving comment, just this woman laughing while she slowly rides more of you than seems physically sane.

The structure itself is that VN-style branching, nothing surprising, but the way it uses it feels like you’re in a dirty lab experiment. “What happens if I let her push that button again?” “What if I say no this time?” The game doesn’t explain shit, it just trusts that you understand how these menus work after playing any other VN in browser. I kind of hated the tiny pause before some of the transformation beats. The text sits there, one more click, you know something’s going to swell or stretch, but the pacing is slightly off, like the writer was tabbing between this and Twitter. There’s also this blonde version look that shows up and I actually preferred that over the red, then the scene cuts away right when it’s getting interesting and never circles back, which annoyed me more than any bug would. On the fantasy side it’s not deep lore, it’s just “we found weird power, let’s abuse it” and that actually says something sad about how we treat bodies as toys in media, but then Belle’s giggling while your cock is throbbing and I stop being a responsible academic and just click the filthiest option. I wish they’d done more with the business angle they hint at, like turning office politics into literal body politics, but they don’t and they probably never will, which is almost charming in a lazy way. Anyway, the scene that stuck in my brain is this: you standing there way too hard, she’s bigger, softer, heavier on your lap, saying something stupid like “for science,” and both of you know this isn’t about science at all, it’s just about how far this evening can bend before it snaps.

Whole vibe here is like someone mashed a sci‑fi VN, horny college comedy and weird timeline conspiracy thread from Reddit, then just left in all the rough edges. You’re this guy starting at an uni that looks normal on the surface, but history’s literally missing chunks, teachers act like some parts of the past never existed, and you’re juggling “save the world” with “try not to nut in 10 seconds when the busty redhead MILF lab assistant bends over the desk”. It’s not subtle. One scene you’re in a serious talk about erased memories and global crisis, next scene you’re getting a slow, teasing handjob in a cramped storage room while trying to keep quiet because there’s a lecture going on outside the door. The game just swerves like that. It felt messy in a good way. And sometimes in a stupid way. But kind of charming stupid.

Sex stuff lands harder because it keeps using the school setting instead of forgetting it after the intro. Uniform skirts hitched up over desks, a schoolgirl outfit that’s clearly two sizes too small, and that moment when you realize the “strict officer from the security department” also wears a perfectly clean university badge, then she closes the blinds and suddenly your “discipline meeting” becomes her sitting on your lap, grinding on your cock through your pants, whispering in your ear about how bad boys need to be “re-educated”. She looks about as “milf” as a porn thumbnail, ridiculous huge tits smushed against your face while she titfucks you, saliva and lube all over, and the MC just trying to keep it together. I say “trying”, but he’s a disaster. In one scene he walks into a lab to investigate some anomaly, finds a voyeur cam feed accidentally still on, and instead of freaking out, he just starts stroking to a live view of a classmate on her bed, toys out, full ahegao face when she cums. Which is horrible. And also hot. And also kind of funny, because he gets caught mid‑jerk by another girl, and that spins into awkward oral under a lab table with her telling him, “You’re disgusting… don’t stop.” Whole thing has this unpolished, horny brain energy like a guy switching tabs between Pornhub and some obscure sci‑fi forum.

The 3D style is a bit cursed sometimes, and I mean that lovingly. Boobs in this game have gravity that does not exist in our universe, like they’re trying to escape into orbit, but then there’s this scene on the dorm rooftop at night where the lighting hits just right, girl in half‑undone uniform shirt, nipples poking through the fabric, she slowly drops to her knees and gives you this sloppy, messy blowjob while pretending she’s just “testing your reactions” for a research project. That part looks way better than it has any right to. Then another time, in the library, the lips look off and you barely notice because she’s drooling all over your shaft, choking a bit, pulling away with strands of spit hanging, eyes glazed in full ahegao while you grab her head and she pushes your cock between her tits for a wet titfuck, licking the tip each time it pops up. Creampies are everywhere too: bent over classroom desk, skirt pushed up, you pounding from behind, her moaning into her own sleeve so nobody hears while you fill her up and she just keeps pushing back, cum leaking down her thighs after. And if you want to milk every spicy second, don’t skip through the “talky” parts too fast: half the fun is teasing a character over multiple scenes till she finally snaps, throws you against a door and says, “Fine, you win,” before climbing on and riding you raw, big tits bouncing in your face while the whole world crisis bullshit can wait for one more orgasm.

Your life imploded because your wife fucked you over in the loudest way possible, and the courts helped her do it. Five years later, you’re older, bitter, technically “free”, and still jerking off to memories of the life she stole. “Whoremonger NTE” drops you right into that headspace. You’re not some anime prettyboy virgin hero. You’re a pissed-off dad with a wrecked past, a dick that still works, and a whole new playground full of people who don’t know who you used to be. The fun part is watching how far you’re willing to push it. You can play it soft at first, like some broken romantic trying to rebuild something normal with shy girls, milfs, even that “untouchable” teacher type. Or you can start taking what you want: use blackmail when you catch someone cheating, twist a horny teen virgin into a slut, let a stressed-out older woman “relax” on your cock, or sit back and just watch first, jerk later. There is a whole lot of teasing before anything happens, and then it just snaps. One route I went from awkward handjob behind the bleachers to her on her knees in an empty classroom, messy blowjob, and she’s the one begging to get creampied, while we both pretend the security cameras are off. Joke’s on her.

The real hook for me is that the game pretends to care about your “soul” while you’re literally corrupting half the cast. There are romance flags, corruption flags, NTR flags, all playing tug-of-war in the background. You catch a girl flirting with some loser? You can walk away, be the “good guy” and maybe get the pure romance later. Or you lean into it, encourage her to cheat, film her getting fucked, and hold that over her. One path had me letting a milf “borrow” my dick because her husband is useless, then on another save I pushed her into lesbian stuff with a younger girl, toys and all, while I was just a voyeur in the corner, dick in hand. The game is not shy: titfucks with both small and huge tits, anal scenes where the sweet girl suddenly loves it rough, footjobs that start as a joke and end with you groaning against a couch, incest tension that goes from “this is wrong” to “ok, just the tip” way too fast. There’s even graphic violence spiking up at weird moments, like the story reminding you this is not some comfy harem VN; shit has consequences, even when you’re balls-deep. And yeah, some scenes drag a bit, like that one long teasing sequence with no payoff where I kept clicking expecting at least a quick handjob and… nothing. Still annoyed about that. But then later the same girl shows up, sits on your lap in public, grinding her big ass on your cock while pretending to help with “homework”, and suddenly you forget you were mad at the pacing. The whole thing feels like someone mashed midlife crisis, school trash drama, gilf fantasies, and dumb hentai humor into one messy save file, then asked you, very politely, how badly you want to ruin everyone.

Vanessa thinks she’s just taking a comfy office job, talking about other people’s messy love lives while she sits in a nice chair with a clipboard. Then the elevator doors open, she sees her ex again, and her brain basically bluescreens. This is the woman who used to make her legs shake against a cheap mattress, now in a fancy suit, acting all professional, like she didn’t once make Vanessa come so hard she bit her own shoulder. And yeah, technically Vanessa is here as a “relationship psychologist,” but it takes about five minutes to realize the whole company is horny, lonely and way too hot to keep things strictly ethical. Every session turns into a test: listen like a good therapist, or slide a little closer, touch a little longer, let those “what if” thoughts drip into something real.

The vibe is slow burn at first, like a good office gossip chat that accidentally turns filthy. You sit across from a coworker with a ring on their finger and a dead bedroom at home, they talk about frustration, and your brain goes: “What if we just… fix that. Right here.” Some are soft and shy, fingers twisting their wedding band while their eyes keep dropping to Vanessa’s chest. Some are cocky, literally, with that futa coworker who can’t sit still in her chair because she’s hard as hell under the desk, trying to keep it “medical.” There’s this one scene that really stuck in my head: late evening, blinds half closed, the city lights outside, and Vanessa is kneeling between a client’s legs, pretending it’s still a session. She keeps asking calm questions with her mouth full, like “Does this help with your anxiety?” while spit and precum run down her chin, and the client can’t even answer, just grabbing her hair. It’s filthy and a little funny at the same time, like porn with a straight face that keeps slipping. Sometimes she starts the session with a notebook and ends it with her tits wrapped around someone’s shaft, trying to keep eye contact like it’s part of the therapy method. Other times it’s just her alone, past midnight, rubbing herself on her office chair after someone leaves, panties pushed aside, hand clamped over her mouth so no one in the hallway hears her moan her ex’s name instead of the client’s.

Half of the fun is how the “sandbox” stuff makes it feel like wandering in horny LinkedIn. You check your messages like you’re opening Slack, only instead of boring memos it’s a married woman hinting about “extra help” or a jealous coworker asking for a private talk in the break room. You poke around the building, pop into someone’s office, and next thing you’re sitting on their lap, their hands under your blouse while they confess their “emotional needs.” The teasing is constant: ass brushing against someone’s crotch in the copy room, a “friendly” hug turning into a hand sliding down the back of your skirt, a coworker dropping a file and making very sure you see her big tits when she bends to pick it up. Sometimes it’s gentle stuff like soft lesbian kissing in the storage room, thighs pressed together, fingers sneaking under a blouse. Sometimes it’s rougher: a client pinning Vanessa against her own door when she tries to keep it professional, grinding against her big ass until she finally gives up and opens her legs. The best part is how often the game lets you just sit in the tension, watching someone stare at her mouth while pretending to talk about their “communication issues” at home. One moment she’s giving calm advice, the next she’s stroking them off under the desk while they try to keep their voice level, swallowing moans between fake business words. And somewhere in the background, her ex is always there, watching, testing, flirting through half-truths, like the final boss of bad decisions. It feels messy, horny in a very “this is a terrible idea, keep going” way, and yeah, it made me hate my own boring non-horny office job a little bit more.

Three guys, one messy timeline, way too many chances to fuck it all up and still end up balls-deep in someone you probably shouldn’t be touching. That’s basically the whole vibe here. It looks like your usual “oh we’re in school, we’re adults, we’re responsible” kind of story, but the game never really pretends these dudes think clearly when there’s a soft pair of tits in front of them. You jump between the vice-president boy who tries to act like a prince, the lazy college clown who coasts on charm, and the older bar owner who pretends he’s above it all while obviously staring at every big ass that walks by. It feels like watching three porn plots that keep bumping into each other, with all the slow teasing and “this is a bad idea but I’m horny” energy that actually makes you lean toward the screen.

What gets fun is how the game loves to make you build things up, then finally let everything snap. Like you’re stuck in a quiet classroom with that girl who everyone thinks is all innocent, and you’ve been nice, you’ve been a gentleman, you’ve helped her with her notes. Then there’s this one click where you decide “fuck it” and suddenly his hand is on her thigh under the desk, she’s pretending to still read, her face going red, her eyes not even on the page anymore. Pants get tighter, she whispers your name, and you get that little animated movement where her lips wrap around his cock for the first time and you think “yeah, that’s exactly how he should lose that perfect reputation.” Or the neighbor milf who keeps “accidentally” brushing her tits against you in the hallway until you end up in her living room. First she “just wants a massage” and then her bra is off, her nipples are hard and shiny, and you watch her bounce slow and heavy on your dick while the game lets you decide whether you pull out like a saint or fill her up and hope she’s not ovulating. Spoiler, we always go for creampie, we just pretend to feel bad about it.

There’s a lot of little stuff that feels kinda personal. Like that moment in the club room where the sporty girl acts all cocky and pushes you against the wall, but the second you grab her ass with both hands she melts, starts grinding on your thigh, then pulls her shorts aside for you instead of taking them off properly. Or the bar scenes with the older women, where they flirt too hard, pretend to be in control, then end up on their knees behind the counter, hair messy, throat working around your shaft while you try not to click too fast on the next dialogue because the animation is actually hotter than you expected. It’s not just “boobs in your face, fuck now,” there’s that slow burning, the build up, the heavy make-out on the couch, fingering through panties, her moaning against your neck, then suddenly she’s on all fours on the bed with that round ass up and you’re choosing between sliding in slow or just ramming her until the headboard hits. The multiple endings thing makes it worse, because you keep thinking “this time I’ll be romantic” and somehow we still end up groping someone in a dark corridor and leaving them dripping on the floor after a rough quickie. Honestly, the game pretends to be all sweet and romantic, but after the third time we’re buried deep inside a classmate who definitely should not be moaning that loud with her legs on our shoulders, it’s kinda obvious everyone here just wants an excuse to be fucked stupid. And yeah, we’re not complaining. Much. I still hate that one tiny UI button on the bottom right though.

This one feels like some horny fever dream you had after falling asleep with a border documentary on Netflix and porn still open in another tab. You start out just trying to get north, nothing fancy, just a dude on the road, but everything along the way turns sideways so fast it’s kind of hilarious. One minute some official-looking woman is questioning you about paperwork, the next she’s grinding that huge ass on your lap and “searching” you with her mouth, like she’s checking your passport with her tongue. The tone jumps around a lot, in a good way and sometimes in a “what the fuck is going on” way. One scene has you flustered and embarrassed while a stacked futa in a uniform toys with you, calling you cute and asking if you’re scared of her big cock, and then later you’re the one begging her to pound you harder while your face is pressed into the mattress. It feels less like a clean power fantasy and more like this messy, horny road trip where your character’s sense of self just keeps slipping every time someone with tits and attitude shows up.

The humor is actually decent, not that cringe “haha meme reference” kind of thing, more like awkward timing and characters being weirdly casual about really fucked up sexual situations. You’ll be in some tiny room, fluorescent light buzzing, this tall trans girl blocking the door with a lazy smile, playing with a toy like it’s just another day in the office, and she goes “oh, don’t worry, I only break tourists a little” before shoving you onto the bed. There’s a scene with a futa smuggler who uses you as part of a “demonstration,” sits on your face while talking business with someone else, and you’re just stuck there, muffled, while they argue numbers. You barely see the choices coming half the time. Sometimes a dialogue option that sounds like a joke suddenly throws you into a collar, kneeling between someone’s legs, getting mouthfucked until the screen is basically just balls and stomach. Other times you try to act all submissive and it backfires and she calls you boring, then decides to entertain herself by pegging you way rougher than you were ready for, and yeah, your character ends up liking it more than he should.

What caught me off guard is how the “corruption” part creeps in slow. At the start the MC is like “no, that’s too far” and “I’m straight, I don’t do that,” then one blowjob later he’s letting a cock slap his cheek while he complains about it, and a few scenes after that he’s bracing himself, opening up for anal like it’s just another Tuesday. There’s some light bullying in the sex too, especially from the more dominant women, they’ll tease you about how quick you cum, push your head down on their cock, laugh when you gag, then reward you with a softer moment that doesn’t last long before they flip you around again. The toys show up in all the wrong times, like you’re already exhausted and then she pulls out a vibrator and decides your ass still has “room for improvement.” It’s not really subtle. You’ll probably reload a few times after getting a “bad” ending where you pissed off the wrong chick by pretending you aren’t into her, but the game lowkey wants you to lean into the filth. The only thing that annoyed me is all the clicking between the good stuff, it feels like scrolling TikTok for porn and getting recipe videos in between, but whatever, once the futas start using your body like their personal stress relief, your hand forgets to be annoyed.

Happily married, nice house, good sex, normal life. On the surface it looks like boring vanilla couple from Instagram. Underneath, both of them are horny as hell and lowkey too curious for their own good. One day it’s just playful teasing on the couch, her sitting on his lap in those tight shorts, his hand sliding under the fabric while some Netflix trash plays in the background. Next time, she is “jokingly” sending a pic in her underwear to that fitness trainer from the gym, and you suddenly realize the game is not about simple husband fucks wife. It is about how far you let them go before everything breaks. Sometimes you control him, sometimes you control her, and sometimes it feels like you control nothing and just watch your own bad decisions catch up, like a slow car crash with big tits and messy creampies.

The nice part is how small it starts. Like, he scrolls through her phone when she is in the shower and sees some messages that are a bit too flirty. You can choose to ignore, confront, or pretend you are “cool” and play the open couple. You think, ok, I’m going for the honest, mature route, good communication and all that Reddit bullshit. Then the game slaps you with a scene where she is bent over the kitchen counter, describing how some stranger at the bar grabbed her ass and how wet it made her. The groping is not just random either, you actually see how her body reacts, how she starts to enjoy the attention, how her eyes change when another guy touches her thigh under the table. There is this one moment on a crowded rooftop party, she stands close to another man, short dress, no panties, your character sits opposite and pretends to laugh with the group. Camera angle shows her hand slowly guiding his fingers higher over her inner thigh while she keeps eye contact with you. You choose if you let it happen, stop it, or get off on watching. It feels like someone mixed voyeur porn, cheating fantasy and that “oh fuck I made a mistake” feeling into a cocktail.

Sex scenes are not shy at all. When she goes down on someone, you see tongue, spit, everything animated, her fingers digging into his thighs, him grabbing her hair. There is standard stuff like oral and vaginal, but it goes into anal and foot job territory pretty quick if you follow the more corrupt path. I actually laughed when she used her foot to stroke some guy’s cock under a restaurant table while talking about vacation plans with her husband, like this weird mix of TripAdvisor and Pornhub in one shot. And it’s not just her being used either. Sometimes she flips, pins him to the bed, rides his face, tells him when he is allowed to come, full femdom mood. In one route, she straddles him in the car, pulls his hands away when he tries to touch her tits, and makes him beg just for a handjob. Later on she lets another man finish inside her and then comes home to her husband with that “innocent” big ass bouncing on his lap, and if you chose the wrong answer before, he has no idea there is still some other guy’s cum inside her. You can get interracial scenes, shared partners, proper swinging situations where everybody pretends it’s just sex, no feelings, while the game quietly keeps track of every look and every tiny jealous reaction. It feels weirdly real at moments, like when he secretly jerks off to a video of her getting railed by someone else, hand shaking, shame and arousal fighting. And then ten minutes later there is a silly scene of her teasing him with her feet while scrolling TikTok, because this game never decides if it wants to ruin your heart or just make your dick hard.

RuleUniverse feels like someone mashed Dragon Ball fanfiction, horny Twitter art and a half-finished Ren’Py project, then accidentally made it kind of addictive. You start as this lonely overachiever kid that reads like every shonen protagonist in history, then a demon scientist pops up and says, “hey, let’s stuff your body with DNA from the strongest fighters in the universe, what could go wrong.” It’s delightfully stupid in that fanfic way, but precisely because of that, it works. The game knows it’s a parody, it doesn’t try to pretend it’s “deep”, and then it suddenly throws in a line about destiny or guiding the universe and you’re like… alright, Toriyama-with-horny-mods, calm down.

The real fun is how transparently it worships its women. Bulma, Chi-Chi, Android 18, that whole legendary boob-and-ass pantheon is here, clearly shaped by someone who grew up pausing VHS at the worst places. The models are 3D and exaggerated as hell: huge tits, fat asses, those shiny anime lips that just scream “she’s going to suck him off in like two clicks.” Animated scenes actually move, not just two stiff characters rubbing like broken Sims; you get thrusting, jiggling, drool, that soft spit string when you pull out from a blowjob, all the little pervy details that tell you the dev really wanted this for themselves first. One moment you’re doing basic combat with ki blasts and energy auras, the next you’re balls-deep in Bulma in a lab, with wires and science junk in the background like that somehow makes it ethical. And the combat’s funny: it pretends to be serious, but all you’re thinking is “okay, how many fights until I unlock the next sex scene with Android 18.” Sometimes the sandbox part feels less like a “world” and more like a small playground with a fence around it, but the loops of walking around, clicking, triggering small events, slowly unlocking more lewd stuff… it scratched that same spot as old flash games I used to sneak at school on shitty browsers.

I kinda love how messy it is. The romance tries to act sentimental for a second, then five lines later you’re face-fucking a milf with magic powers while she moans like someone recorded it in a bathroom on a cheap mic. Dialog swings from “I will guide the universe” to “fuck me harder” without the slightest shame. Exploration is simple, a little repetitive, but I still kept wandering, poking every corner hoping there’s a hidden event where Chi-Chi finally snaps and rides the protagonist like he’s the last Saiyan on earth. Some text sounds like it was written at midnight by a dude half-remembering DBZ arcs from YouTube AMVs, which, honestly, is the right energy. I do wish the world reacted more to what you do, like if you bang Bulma enough, Vegeta starts showing up mad or something, but I know that kind of feature is exactly the thing that stays in the dev’s “maybe later” notes forever. Still, when you’re watching Android 18 slowly drop to her knees after you save her in a fight and she rewards you with this sloppy, animated blowjob, with her tits barely contained and that quiet smug smile when she swallows, it hits the trashy, horny, teen-power-fantasy nerve in a very specific way. It’s not elegant. It’s not smart. It’s like a wet doujin turned half-game, half-daydream, and somehow that’s exactly why it sticks.