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."

This one hits that weird place in the brain where horny and anxious sit at the same table and smoke together. You’re this pretty normal dude, married to this goth catgirl, Katherine, and she’s soft and sweet and stacked in all the right places, but your brain is rotting from this one fantasy you keep pushing down: you want to watch her get fucked by other people. Not stolen from you, not stolen forever, just… used in front of you. It’s not romantic, it’s not wholesome, it’s messy and a bit cruel, and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. It starts small, like gentle teasing and talking about porn and who she’d “hypothetically” fuck, and then it kind of slides downhill into collars, toys, and way too many hands on her at once. There is kissing, there is groping, there is that slow moment when another guy’s fingers are spreading her while you just sit and listen to the wet sounds and you’re not sure if you hate yourself for liking it. The audio styling in my head went crazy there, like one of those TikTok ear-cleaning ASMRs but filthy.

Katherine herself looks like she would moan nicely directly into a high-end mic: big boobs that don’t care about gravity, thick ass, stockings, that smug little fang and cat ears that twitch when she starts to enjoy something she “definitely didn’t agree to like this much.” Sometimes she’s playful dom, sitting on your lap and asking if you want to see her take a bigger cock than yours, sometimes she’s the one getting dominated, pinned by some muscular stranger or even these non-human guys, claws and tails and too many teeth. The whole thing has this monster girl / furry spice without going full nonsense; like, she is still very much a soft wife you can cuddle, but then she’s gagging on another guy’s cock while you are forced to watch, and you hear the slurping and choking in your head like a cheap but effective ASMR audio on Pornhub. I liked the group scenes way more than I wanted: big bodies crowding around her, tits bouncing, hands spreading her pussy while someone rubs her throat from the outside because they’re buried so deep in her mouth. There’s one part where they titfuck her until she’s covered in cum and she looks at you with that “you asked for this” expression that honestly hits harder than any orgasm. And then there is a scene with sex toys where they use a vibrator on her clit while you only get to hold her hand, like some kind of pervert emotional support animal.

What surprised me a bit is how it actually stays focused on your fetish instead of turning into generic harem porn; you are in the room. You are not the hero, not really, more like the audience with a marriage certificate. Watching her sit between two guys, one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and she still calls your name, that hits strange. There is some interracial heat, darker skin, different body types, and her pale goth curves between them, and it makes the contrasts really obvious in a good way. The neko thing is used nicely too, little tail grabs, someone pulling on her ears while she’s riding. I kinda wish the game had more real sound design, like proper ear-licking style moans, but also I know it would probably ruin it with bad looping, so whatever, I’ll complain and still enjoy. The femdom flavor shows up when she makes you sit and not touch your dick while others touch her everywhere, and I swear it feels like one of those “don’t move” ASMR triggers where the whole tension is in your shoulders and crotch. You get scenes of straight vaginal sex, flashy oral, messy group sex, a bit of swinging and even that quiet moment after, where she’s covered in cum and curls up to you, purring like a cat that just clawed your favorite couch. And yeah, the UI click sound annoyed me after a while and I kept waiting for a toggle that I never found, but I just pretended it was like someone tapping a mic before whispering filth into it and somehow that worked.

Local suburb, dead quiet, then this game drops you right in the middle of the kind of fucked up “family visit” everyone pretends never happens. You’re the short angry little dude in the house, the one with the chip on his shoulder and the impossible sister. She’s blonde, stacked like someone lost control with the breast slider, ass so fat it looks like the chair is about to file a complaint. She walks around like clothes are just a light suggestion, bending over in front of you, phone in her hand, half distracted, half teasing, like she knows exactly what she’s doing and still acts innocent. There’s this weird energy where you kinda hate her and kinda stare at her all the time. The game leans into that, hard. Sometimes she calls you “little man” and it stings more than it should. Sometimes she “forgets” to close her door and the angle you get is straight from a porn thumbnail. It feels trashy in a very deliberate way, like the dev is laughing and saying “yeah, you wanted this, don’t pretend.”

Then the local legends arrive. Big black dude, total neighborhood myth, the kind of guy every jealous little brother imagines as the worst possible scenario. Next to him, his smaller white sidekick, not small actually, just smaller than the giant. They show up with that lazy confident walk, like they already know what’s going to happen in this house and nobody can stop it. The moment they see your sister, the whole vibe shifts. Dialogue instantly goes from semi-normal to porn audition level, talking about her body, her ass, what they want to do to her, right in front of you. They’re not even subtle. It’s like the game wants you to sit in that humiliation, watching these walking meat towers size up your own blood, and the worst part is she doesn’t shut it down. She blushes, laughs, pretends to be offended, but she keeps giving them looks that say everything. The camera loves those moments, clinging to her huge boobs pressing against her shirt, her ass accidentally brushing against the black chad when she walks past him in the hallway. Accidentally. Sure.

There’s this one scene that stuck to my brain like gum on a shoe. You’re in the living room, pretending to play on your phone, but both of them are on the couch with her. She’s in the middle, practically drowning between them, the black guy’s hand stretched along the back of the couch, fingers a breath away from her shoulder, his white buddy leaning in close to whisper something in her ear that makes her cover her face with both hands. The text you get is pure taunt: they talk about “rearranging her insides,” about how your little body could never handle what she clearly wants. And the game doesn’t cut away. It lingers, zooms slightly, lets you see every little change in her expression while they crowd her space and you sit there, small, useless, pissed, and turned on in a way that makes you slightly hate yourself. It’s cheap, it’s crude, it’s absolutely not subtle, and then out of nowhere there’s one throwaway line from your sister showing she actually cares about you and it almost ruins the whole horny mood for a second. Almost. Then she bends over to pick something up, her ass swallowing her shorts, and your brain goes quiet again. I still don’t forgive the dev for the shitty text box font, by the way. It’s ugly as hell and I kept noticing it when I tried to focus on her tits, which feels like a crime.

It’s weird how a game can make your stomach twist like that - like jealousy and curiosity are kissing behind your ribs. Mina’s messages feel too real, her little hearts and half-sincere emojis landing harder than they should. You’re not just reading text bubbles; you’re kinda reading your own reflection, that insecure part that wants to check her phone when she’s in the shower. It’s not even about trust. It’s about the thrill of maybe finding something you shouldn’t. The game knows that. It plays you more than you play it. I kept thinking I’d stay calm, but then some random producer sent her a photo at midnight, and I swear I felt my pulse in my teeth.

There’s this moment - she sends a selfie that’s almost innocent. Almost. You can tell she’s not alone, though the frame pretends she is. That’s when I realized the point isn’t to “win” her back. The point’s to feel that sting, to let it crawl under your skin until it burns. The choices don’t really matter, or maybe they do, but the game’s so good at pretending they don’t that you start second-guessing your own reactions. I hated that. And loved it. Like when you know you’re being teased but you lean into it anyway. The music’s soft, too clean for what’s happening on-screen - it’s like watching a slow breakup inside a perfume ad.

I wish Mina’s typing bubbles didn’t take so long to appear. That wait feels cruel. But maybe that’s the best part. You stare, waiting, wondering what she’s doing while you wait. Sometimes I thought I wanted more pictures, more explicit proof, but when the game actually gives you something close to that, it’s worse. You want to look away, but you don’t. That’s the whole trick - it makes you complicit. It’s not about sex, not really. It’s about wanting to control what you can’t. And maybe that’s the dirtiest thing of all.