It starts weirdly wholesome. April’s there, all journalistic fire and that red hair that looks like it got caught in a sunrise, and you think, “Oh, okay, this’ll be another dumb parody with bad jokes and lazy fanservice.” But no. It’s filthier, funnier, and somehow more self-aware than it has any right to be. The way it leans into the absurdity of mutant turtle lust while keeping April’s snark intact - it shouldn’t work, but it does. And yeah, the humor’s juvenile as hell, but it hits the sweet spot between ridiculous and hot, like someone actually thought, “What if we didn’t pretend this wasn’t insane?” The dialogue feels like it was written by someone who’s been both too online and too horny for too long, and honestly? Respect.

There’s this one scene in the sewers - don’t worry, not the gross kind of sewer scene - where April’s trying to hold an interview, and the camera keeps drifting lower, and you can almost hear her thinking, *why am I still doing this job?* That moment alone sums up the game’s tone: half erotic comedy, half existential crisis. The pacing’s all over the place, but in a good way. You’ll be laughing, then suddenly the game drops a line so filthy you choke on your drink. The animations aren’t perfect (one of the turtles’ eyes does this twitchy thing that freaked me out), but there’s something charming in how unpolished it feels. Like an inside joke between degenerates who grew up watching Saturday morning cartoons and never quite recovered.

By the way, the menu music slaps - real funky bassline - and then it loops too short, and you start noticing it, and you can’t un-hear it. Drives me nuts. Still, it fits somehow. Everything about it feels like someone dared the devs to go too far and they said, “Bet.” It’s parody that forgot to wink. It’s raunchy, shameless, and somehow kind of sweet. I hate that I liked it as much as I did.

Akabur going after the turtle universe again feels weirdly natural, like of course someone was going to turn Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles into a horny breeding season thing and of course it was going to be him. The tone of this game sits in that space where parody and fetish just fuse, so one moment you’re laughing at how dumb a line is and the next you realize you’re actually kind of turned on by April being passed around by four horny mutants who clearly see her more like a shared breeding toy than a news reporter. The story pretends it’s about “chapters” and “seasons” but what it really does is slowly strip April down from being this confident reporter into a slutty pet for the whole sewer. There is this constant teasing vibe where she still has that bright reporter energy, asking questions, trying to maintain her dignity, while the turtles and Splinter treat her “curiosity” as an invitation to stuff every hole. You get the feeling she’s supposed to resist, at least at the start, but the game never hides it: the whole point is to watch her slide into loving the gangbangs, loving being surrounded by thick mutant cock, to the point where having only two inside her at once starts to feel “low effort”.

What I liked, in a twisted way, is how casual the group scenes are handled. This isn’t one “epic” orgy and credits roll, it’s more like: April shows up thinking she’s here to do some interview fluff piece and suddenly she’s on her knees, face shiny, one turtle in her mouth, another squeezing her tits from behind, one rubbing his tip between her cheeks, while Splinter calmly talks about “training” and “discipline” as if this is just martial arts class with extra fluids. The gangbangs are messy, a bit goofy, and sometimes the dialogue is awkward as hell, but somehow that fits the Saturday-morning-cartoon-gone-wrong energy. It almost feels illegal in your brain, like your inner kid who watched TMNT on TV is screaming while your adult self is thinking “yeah ok but seeing April stretched open and leaking after being pumped full by four different mutants at once is actually hot as fuck”. The game leans fully into that corruption fantasy, too. Not only one-on-one scenes, but moments where April is pinned against a sewer wall, legs spread so wide she can’t close them, two cocks inside her, another grinding against her lips, Splinter watching calmly like he’s making sure his sons are breeding her properly. She gets filled, overfilled, dripping down her thighs, then still asked to clean each of them with her tongue. And she does. There’s no big moral lesson, just a slow, filthy slide into April becoming the unofficial mating toy of the whole turtle clan.