WaifuHub throws you into this weird casting couch simulator where you're basically interviewing anime girls for porn shoots. Yeah, it's exactly what it sounds like. The whole setup is pretty straightforward - you got these waifus from different shows rolling up to your "studio" and you're the sleazy director deciding who makes the cut. Komi's there being all shy and nervous which honestly makes the whole thing feel kinda wrong but also weirdly hot? Then you got Mona from Genshin being her usual broke self probably desperate for mora, and Wiz showing up confused as hell about what kind of job interview this really is.

The gameplay loop gets repetitive fast though. Same interview questions, same progression with each girl, and the dialogue feels like it was written by someone who learned English from hentai subtitles. But damn if it doesn't hit different when Albedo starts getting into character or when Mamako shows up not understanding what she signed up for. The ahegao faces are pretty solid I'll give it that, and whoever did the art knows their way around big tits and ass physics. Elma's dragon girl scenes go hard especially when she's in her human form trying to act professional while clearly being horny as fuck. The oral scenes with Sumi are probably the best animated ones in the whole thing, girl knows what she's doing even if she's blushing the entire time.

Mobile optimization is trash btw, kept crashing on my phone whenever things got spicy. Desktop works fine but the UI feels like it was designed by someone who never used a computer before. Still kept coming back though because there's something addictive about corrupting these innocent anime girls one casting session at a time. The monster girl content with Elma and the MILF stuff with Mamako definitely scratches specific itches if you're into that. Just wish they'd add more variety to the actual interview process instead of making it feel like the same scene copy-pasted seven times.

At first I didn’t know why everyone in the Discord kept calling WaifuHub “the HR office of horny anime memories,” but after half an hour, yeah - makes sense. It’s not even pretending to be about film-making; it’s pure social experiment with a side of dirty talking. You sit across from all these familiar faces - Uzaki acting smug like always, Froppy blinking too slowly, Tifa somehow managing to make breathing sound obscene - and every “interview” starts normal until the script sort of dissolves and you’re suddenly tracking dialogue options that shouldn’t even exist. I keep notes on branching paths in Google Sheets (yes, spreadsheets again), testing which compliments make them blush harder versus which lead to the... *other kind* of scene. My job brain kicks in counting the ratio of teasing lines to physical acts. The numbers are chaotic. That’s exactly why I keep replaying.

Weird detail: something about the lighting in Bulma’s shoot looks different - it’s subtle, less plasticky - and for a dumb second I thought my phone screen broke. Nope, just the dev playing with tone. And those sound cues, like when Chizuru hesitates before leaning closer… you can almost hear the tension flickering. Doesn’t mean it’s perfect - some transitions snap abruptly, some moans loop suspiciously short - but there’s messy charm in that imperfection. It's like watching someone’s fantasy leak out in real time, not polished for mainstream taste, just raw and obviously personal. When Satsuki leans forward and says something about “control,” I actually laughed because it echoed a psychology article I read about dominance scripting… yeah, I know, I overthink everything, but still - someone coded that moment on purpose.

Also, Kobayashi’s segment? Total tonal shift. Feels like the dev wrote it at three coffees too deep - half-sincere, half parodic, then suddenly full softcore warmth. There’s a button labeled “Continue Filming” that I keep pressing even when nothing new triggers, maybe out of habit. Or curiosity. Probably both. Honestly, WaifuHub isn't really about watching waifus; it’s about catching yourself inside that strange little space between desire and data entry.