Nothing feels more cursed and perfect than loading this thing up and realizing your horny teenage cartoon crush brain never actually grew up. One second you scroll TikTok, next second you’re in a hotel room trying to remember how to flirt in English with a girl who looks suspiciously like Kim Possible but with way less clothing and way more bedroom eyes. The whole vibe is like someone mashed together those old Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon shows in Blender, spilled some porn on the keyboard, and went “yeah, this is good enough.” And somehow it really is. You start as this pretty basic male protagonist, nothing special, just a stand in for your own confused soul, and you get thrown into a world where Katara is blushing and playing shy, Raven looks like she wants to hex you and sit on your face at the same time, and Starfire is smiling like she doesn’t fully understand human boundaries but is super excited to learn on your lap. Every route kind of feels like a fanfic you found on AO3 at the wrong age and never recovered from, except now you actually get to pick the choices instead of just scrolling with one sticky hand and pretending you’re reading for the plot.

Ren’Py stuff always has a certain clunky charm and this one leans into it hard. Text pops up, you click, suddenly Katara is pressing herself against you and the camera is just a little bit too close on her tits, like the dev moved it by hand and said “yeah whatever, that’s good.” Sometimes the English on the choices feels like it’s in the same level as my own, like “Say something romantic” and then your character just blurts out some weird cheesy line that would get you blocked on Instagram, but here it somehow works and she actually smiles. Dialog swings between kind of sweet romance and absolutely filthy trash talk in like two screens. One minute Gwen is shyly telling you she never did this before, next minute she is riding you with this ridiculous anime moaning that would get you kicked out of Discord if you left your mic on. The 3D character models look exactly like those Koikatsu screenshots you see in horny subreddits, slightly plastic skin, huge eyes, weirdly perfect hair, but when Raven slowly undresses and her bra clips a little through her arm, you don’t care at all. You’re just there going “yeah, that’s her, that’s my gloomy cartoon goth wife from TV, finally doing what my 13 year old brain wanted.”

It’s kind of funny how you start trying to “roleplay” a gentleman and five minutes later you click every horny option possible. Like you promise yourself you’ll go slow with Mavis, be cute and respectful, but the game throws this scene where she leans in, fangs barely showing, and whispers something about wanting to taste more than blood, and your fingers betray you immediately. Some routes pretend to be romance and then quickly turn full-on porn; some pretend to be porn and accidentally stumble into feelings. Starfire calling you “boyfriend” after you just railed her on a couch that looks like it came from The Sims really hits different. I kept getting distracted by tiny stuff, like how the hotel backgrounds look slightly too clean, like nobody ever actually slept or fucked there before you, and it annoyed me every time, then I’d forget because suddenly Kim is in a tight dress she clearly can’t breathe in and the only sensible thing to do is help her “take it off.” The pacing is all over the place, sometimes you click through five lines of small talk, then bam, titjob, no warning. Choices actually matter sometimes, sometimes they absolutely don’t, and you only realize after a second playthrough because you were too busy watching Katara’s hips grinding in that weird perfect loop. Whole thing feels like a horny fever dream made by people who loved the same cartoons you did, and maybe had a bit too much free time and access to Koikatsu. I kept telling myself “one more scene and I close it” and then Raven showed up again with that smug little smirk and yeah. Self control gone.

Sylvara is fucked. Not in the poetic way. In the goblins-actually-run-the-place way, with their stink everywhere and those weird pheromone clouds that make everyone way too horny to think straight. You’re not some faceless hero here, you’re stuck in the skin of these three elf girls, Lea, Valya and Anneli, trying to pretend everything is “normal” while the city slowly turns into a green-skinned playground. The game leans hard into that tension between wanting to fight and wanting to just give in and get railed by the enemy. And because it’s a visual novel style thing, the pacing is slow on purpose: you wake up, decide what to do with the day, and every little choice pushes you closer to escape or closer to goblin breeding stock territory, sometimes both at the same time, which is honestly the main kink here.

What sold me isn’t even the sex at first, it’s the way the daily routine feels like it’s constantly humming in your ears. You’ve got tasks that are boring on paper, like helping in some supply room or going to “train”, but the game sneaks filth into it. One morning I sent Lea “just to gather information” in a tavern corner, and the sound layering there is wild. In the background, you have this sticky low murmur of goblin grunts, mugs slamming, chairs scraping on stone, and under that, some faint wet noise from a side room. Nothing on screen shows it, but your brain connects it instantly. That kind of sound hint is way hotter than showing every hole filled. Then when she accidentally brushes against a goblin guard, there’s this little sucking cloth sound as his hand grabs her ass, plus her tiny breath catching in the mic, just a half gasp, not some anime squeal. It feels dirty, like you’re listening from behind a door, not sitting in front of a PC with headphones.

Sex scenes themselves get pretty brutal, in a good way for this genre. There’s one where Valya gets cornered in a storage cellar after trying to steal some key item. The wood creaks when he pins her against the crates, you can hear little glass bottles rattling each time he slams into her. Her voice goes from stubborn, almost annoyed, to this broken, fucked-out stutter when the pheromones kick in. The goblin voices aren’t generic growls either; they’re nasal and taunting, with these wet lip smacks that made me actually pull one earcup off like, “ok that’s a bit too real.” I wish the footsteps on stone had more bass, that part feels weirdly light, but everything around the penetration is heavy and sticky and loud in that porn-audio way that’s hard to pull off without sounding fake. Here they ride the edge nicely. A few moans loop a bit too obvious after a while, you’ll start hearing the same “nhh!” in your sleep, but by the time you notice you’re already clicking “continue” just to hear how far they’ll humiliate her next time. There’s one quiet moment, after a long session, where Anneli just sits there breathing, no music, just a little trembling inhale and the gross slick sound of goblin cum dripping to the floor. That’s when I realized the game understands something most devs forget: silence is also a sound, and here it’s filthy as hell.

This one hits like a fucked up Valentine’s card somebody dipped in blood and spit on. Oridelle is not a “heroine,” she is a girl who died, got dragged back, and now thinks the only reason she exists is to suck off the guy who saved her. That’s the whole emotional center of the game: her on her knees, him on the throne, and you sitting there clicking through that sick loop of “thank you for saving me, please use me again.” It feels almost too intimate sometimes, like reading someone’s horny therapy diary that got infected by a horror manga. The tone flips a lot. One minute she is this soft, almost cute corpse-girl whispering how grateful she is, and three lines later she is giggling like a brain-poisoned bimbo about how her mouth is “perfect for him” and nothing else matters. It is erotic, yeah, but there is this rotten taste under it, like you bit into candy and it was raw meat.

The horror wraps itself around the sex instead of fighting it. Every time she drags herself back to that coffin, body resetting, clothes fixing, face going back to the “normal” Oridelle, it feels like watching a save file overwrite a human being. She goes out, gets broken a little more, comes back, looks the same. Inside she is not the same. You can feel the split getting wider, her real self trapped under this shiny, porn-brain alter ego that thinks being his perfect cocksleeve is holy work. Some scenes are almost boring in how focused they are on his dick and her mouth, and then suddenly one line pops where she begs him to call her by a name he gave her, not her own, and it hits harder than the actual blowjob. The game keeps telling you, quietly, that she is already dead, just not all at once. And still you keep clicking, because the pacing is like a slow, dripping faucet you kind of hate but keep staring at. Sometimes the writing leans too hard into “bimbo talk” and loses that fragile, tragic vibe I liked at the start, but then there is a moment where she hesitates before opening her lips and it all comes back. I wish there was a way to pull her out, to give her a route where she looks at him and says “no,” but the whole point is that she will not. She crawls back, every time, happy to be used, proud of how empty she can become for him, and that is what makes the whole thing stay in your head after you close the tab and pretend you are just going to check Twitter.

Ryo’s life is already kind of a mess, and then he gets shipped off to this tiny place called Wimblewick Isle, which sounds like a budget vacation spot but ends up being more like “horny supernatural student exchange program no one told you about.” He arrives expecting boring small-town vibes, maybe some quiet, maybe some time to cry in peace about his Tinder matches, and instead finds out half the “girls” on this island are walking around with curves, soft voices, and a big surprise between their legs that instantly makes your own issues feel… smaller. The game leans into that shock in a really playful way. The first time one of the futa girls casually presses up against him and you realize her bulge is not just the artist messing up the shading, it hits like that moment on Grindr when someone sends a pic before saying hello. Except here, they actually talk to you, tease you, and remember what you did for them yesterday.

It plays like one of those laid-back anime visual novels where you click around a map, poke your nose into places you probably shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel way too intimate for how little work you did. One minute you’re “just helping with some chores” and the next she’s closing the door, saying how grateful she is, and Ryo is backed up to the wall with a very obvious problem tenting her skirt. There’s non-linear progression, so you can wander around, chase the girl you’re into, or just be a total degenerate and push every route at once like a horny completionist. I ended up checking the map like I check Instagram, just circling spots to see who’s free to emotionally ruin me today. Some scenes hit hard in a very embarrassing way: a futa “big sister” type stroking Ryo’s hair while casually jerking herself, talking in that soft “it’s okay, you did your best” tone that somehow makes everything filthier. The femboy energy is there too, but in this flirty, self-aware style that feels like the dev actually hangs out online and didn’t just google “trap anime” in 2012 and stop researching. You do small tasks, build affection, watch numbers go up, and get rewarded with things like getting pinned to a bed and used as a stress relief toy by someone who calls you “cute” while she’s absolutely not being gentle.

The writing is messy in a way that feels kind of real. Characters say dumb stuff, make awkward jokes, flirt badly, then suddenly drop a filthy line that punches straight into your brain and stays there while you’re trying to answer work emails. There’s a girl who looks all prim and polite, then she whips it out with this shy smile and asks if you can “help her relax” because she’s too pent up to focus, and it is ten times hotter than all the super-confident porn queen stuff you see everywhere else. At the same time, the game sometimes forgets its own pacing, so you might go from soft build-up to “ok now you’re swallowing her load” like someone accidentally skipped three scenes, but honestly, that feels a bit like real online dating too. You get side events popping up when you re-visit places, so poking around the island actually matters, and there’s this constant feeling that one wrong or right click could land you in the middle of a futa-on-male scene that would get you banned from at least three apps if you tried to describe it in public. Wimblewick Isle ends up feeling like that weird group chat you swear you’re going to leave but you never do, because every time you think you’re done, someone new pops up, blushes, adjusts her skirt, and asks if you’re free to “hang out” in a way that makes you close all your other tabs just in case.