You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.

Pandora’s Box 2 feels like someone took a slow-burn TV drama about a fucked up family, poured lube all over it, then left the camera running while everyone made terrible decisions with their bodies. Nineteen years passed in the story, but it still has this dirty “I should not be watching this” energy. You jump between the old protagonists and this new girl who walks into the mess like she’s joining a cult by accident. Half the time I was just clicking forward thinking “ok it can’t get more degenerate than this” and then it throws in some smug femdom scene where a woman sits on a guy’s face, talks shit about him while he rims her, and the game is like, totally casual about it. The corruption stuff is not instant either, it feels like you’re nudging people, pushing them from “I would never do that” to “okay maybe I’ll let her lick me while someone watches from the door crack.” And the camera really likes asses here, especially huge ones, it keeps finding angles where you’re basically staring at bouncing cheeks while someone is being used like a sex toy under them. It’s kinda shameless and that’s the charm.

The voyeurism and exhibition scenes are where it got me hooked more than I expected. There is this moment where the male protagonist thinks he’s sneaky, spying on two girls going down on each other on a couch, and then one of them suddenly looks straight at him, keeps fingering the other girl and just smirks. No jump scare, just “yeah, keep watching, idiot.” Later you get the opposite, where you’re basically pushed into being the show: public bathroom stall, door half open, girl on her knees stuffing your cock in her mouth, messy blowjob sounds, some random silhouette passing by outside while she strokes you with one hand and uses the other to play with herself. There is so much oral in this thing, like they really like mouths on everything: blowjob, handjob finishing into blowjob, footjob where she gives you a lazy jerk with her soles then leans down and sucks you just to tease, and even a scene where the girl is masturbating in front of a mirror and ends up licking her own fingers like she’s eating dessert. Also, yeah, NTR is there, not soft, not “oh we held hands,” I mean watching someone you care about ride another person, moaning for them, while you just exist somewhere in the background like a ghost. Some people are gonna close the tab right there, others will hate-click through it, no in between.

The adventure vibe is mostly in how the choices slowly twist the relationships, not in some big fantasy stuff. You’re basically walking through a sexual minefield: say yes to one thing and suddenly a girl that was shy is now grinding on another woman’s face, or a guy who seemed normal ends up licking cum out of someone after getting humiliated. The multiple protagonists make the whole thing feel like browsing different horny Reddit accounts of the same family from different angles. One moment you’re the guy getting a sloppy blowjob while trying not to think about how wrong the situation is, next you’re the woman who knows exactly how much control she has, telling him where to cum like he’s her pet, then you’re with the new female lead, getting dragged deeper into exhibition bullshit where she’s half naked, pressed against a window, getting eaten out, knowing damn well anyone outside could see. Sex here is not just “vaginal, oral, done.” It’s licking, sucking, watching, being watched, fingers in places you didn’t expect, faces pressed between thighs, and that slow, dirty shift where “I would never let her do that to me” turns into “ok, just this once” and then it never stops at just once.

Lewd Lore: Isekai Fantasy starts stupidly simple. Guy dies, wakes up in horny fantasy land, gets powers that are way too busted for someone who clearly just wants to fuck around. But it kind of works, because the game leans hard into the fantasy part instead of pretending it is deep and philosophical. One minute you are joking with some cute monster girl with thighs that could probably crush your ribs, next minute you are using magic in totally irresponsible ways just to see one more ahegao face. The story actually tries to be a story too, not just “click, sex, click, sex”. There are scenes where I was like, ok, I actually want to know what happens next, then two choices later I am watching the main girl ride him so hard the bed should have broken. It did not break, which is unrealistic and I am still lowkey mad about that, but whatever.

The art is exactly that horny 3D style that fits this kind of world. Not perfect, not super “artsy”, but the girls are thick where it matters and the game knows it. Boobs move, asses jiggle, hips twist when they grind on top of him and those small loops during the animated scenes are weirdly hypnotic. There is one handjob scene in a quiet forest spot, with magic lights floating around, where she strokes him slow at first, then faster, while teasing him that he needs to “earn” more of her body. I honestly replayed that more than I want to admit. Then later you finally get full vaginal with her and the facial expression goes straight to heavy ahegao with tongue out, eyes rolled, and it looks ridiculous but in that good hentai way where you just lean back and think “yeah, this is exactly why I am here”. The monster girls are fun too, not just generic “oooh I am monster rawr” types. One of them is shy and strong at the same time, which sounds stupid when I say it, but when she bends over and you see how huge her ass is, shyness is suddenly very optional. Sex scenes with her feel like you are the one being bullied even when the game pretends you are in control. And then the romance bits sneak in between all the filth, catching you off guard, like when a girl grabs your hand after a rough session and quietly asks if you will stay with her. That tiny thing hit harder than some full-on penetration scenes. If you want to squeeze the most juice from this thing, save often, be a degenerate completionist, pick the flirty options even when they look dumb, and never skip the teasing build up, because in this game the best nut usually comes two choices after the one you almost clicked past.

It starts messy, in the best possible way. You’re tossed into this warped version of the galaxy far, far away - not the kind that smells like burnt metal and destiny, but one thick with sweat and bad decisions. The whole thing feels like a fever dream that someone spun out after one too many Holonet smut threads. You’re the guy who somehow made it to Jedi Knight while everyone else got distracted by the war or by each other’s asses (and they’re massive here, holy hell). Half the time you forget why you’re supposed to be saving anything because Barriss bends forward mid-dialogue and the robe just... doesn’t hold. Then there’s Aayla, all cool confidence until her mouth opens, breathing hard like she’s half-daring you to break the code. They all do that. Even Padme - who says words about diplomacy but arches her back every time your name drops. It’s ridiculous and hot at once, like watching porn on mute during a political debate.

The turn-based fights almost feel like foreplay. Every encounter teases longer than necessary, camera angles doing that thing where you can’t tell if you’re fighting monsters or auditioning them for something darker. When Bo-Katan shows up, the whole tempo changes - less talk, more bite - and suddenly the lightsaber doesn’t look like a weapon anymore. My favorite stupid detail: in the menu, somebody coded a “meditation” button that just leads to sex scenes. Lazy? Sure. But it fits. Nothing here pretends to be noble; it’s all dirty Jedi business in slow motion. And when the game finally pops one of those creampie endings, you don’t even blink. You just chuckle, fix the screen ratio on your phone, and keep pressing through because apparently defeat can look like victory if the moaning syncs just right.

Weird thing is - somewhere between the teasing and the parody nonsense - it stops feeling like a joke. You catch yourself liking these twisted versions more than the real ones. Maybe that’s the Force talking. Or just the fact that the writing knows exactly how low you’ll sink for another glimpse under a Jedi robe.