In the shadows of the hallway, Android 17 keeps his shirt on while pounding into the completely nude Android 18 doggystyle, their rhythm fierce and unrelenting

First thing that hit me in this game was: ok, this is literally my anime convention horny brain put into a Ren’Py clickfest. You drop in as this isekai guy who basically wins the “accidental harem” lottery in Dragon Ball land, and it’s not pretending to be serious. It feels like reading one of those filthy con-fanfiction threads on Discord at 3 in the afternoon when you should be answering venue emails instead. The girls are all those familiar faces you’ve seen a thousand times in cosplay contests, just… turned up. Android 18 with that calm “I could kill you or ride you, not sure yet” face. Bulma doing the smug scientist tease, like that one person at Artist Alley who knows they’re underpricing their prints just to watch people struggle. And Android 21, god, whoever posed her model really understands the “I will experiment on your body in the name of science and also sit on your face” vibe. You click through the dialogues, pick your answer, and half the time the reward is some filthy event where the camera zooms in a little too close and you suddenly remember you were just supposed to be checking out the new adult titles, not fully committing.

The 3DCG look makes it feel a bit like you cracked open somebody’s Koikatsu project folder by mistake, but in a good way. Not polished like a studio thing, more like that guy at the con who shows you his WIP cosplay in the hotel room and it’s way better than what’s on stage. Bodies are chunky, breasts have that “I swear this is how physics works” wobble, and sometimes the lighting is weird in the corners, especially in certain scenes with Videl where her hair just kind of eats the shadow. Honestly, I kept staring at Bulma’s shoes in one scene because they looked too clean. Everyone is naked, doing all sorts of things, and my brain is stuck on “why are her heels not scuffed, she’s in a lab, there are chemicals.” There’s a lot of fucking, like, a lot, from slow teasing to “okay they’re just using him as a toy now” group moments, and some dialogue hits that perfect trashy fanfic tone where Chi-Chi goes full strict-wife-but-secretly-a-perv, then two clicks later she’s acting kind of shy again like nothing happened. Choices sometimes pretend to matter and sometimes feel like “do you want to see the blowjob first or the riding first,” which is fine, but it made me laugh when I tried to be respectful to Android 18 and she still ended up choking on my dick after three lines like the script was offended I tried to roleplay a gentleman. The romance bits show up here and there, but they’re really just foreplay that forgot to end, and that’s probably the idea. Anyway, I was supposed to be drafting guidelines for next year’s cosplay contest while it ran, and now all I can picture is a whole lineup of Android 21s judging me instead.

It’s strange how this DBZ parody feels both trashy and affectionate, kind of like when you find an old guilty‑pleasure track in your Spotify history and realize you still know every beat. The game throws Goten right into a web of temptation that probably shouldn't exist, but here it does, shimmering with that thin layer of nostalgia everyone secretly loves to roll around in. The art flirts between rough sketches and slick shading - like it can’t decide whether to be edgy or sentimental - and somehow that fits. Android 18 looks too good for words, moves even better, and then 21 shows up and basically warps every mood you had in the last minute. It’s fan service but with a heartbeat, or maybe with several, depending on whose scene you trigger.

I found myself weirdly caught by how the dialogue sounds half improvised, sometimes awkwardly human; sometimes like a dirty daydream that just spilled onto the screen. Bulma’s little gestures - like how her eyes flick away for a second before she says something you’re not ready for - hit more real than they should. The interactive bits don’t even bother hiding what they’re about, and it’s that transparency that makes them honestly hot. One time, the scene drifted into something so slow, so drawn out, I forgot to click until the moaning blended into background music from another tab. It fits though - this clumsy pacing, this idea that seduction in a parody title could have its own lazy rhythm. I could complain about the transitions lagging, but then again, that stutter kind of matched Goten’s fumbling, and now I can’t tell if it’s a glitch or a choice.

For anyone trying to rush it, you’ll ruin the best part: letting the conversations drag, catching the facial changes, not skipping with spacebar. Take it like a good track - feel every drop, every wrong beat, until you stop pretending it’s about nostalgia and admit it’s pure hunger worked into code. Don’t skip, just... let it breathe.