Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.

Lazuli is that kind of protagonist you usually see as a side joke in hentai: horny mad scientist, weird potions, zero moral brakes. Here she’s the center of everything, and the whole game just leans into that idea of “what if a futa alchemist decided the world is her test lab and every girl she likes is a guinea pig with tits.” The Cumcoction is her proud invention, but it behaves more like a jealous deity than a simple drug. One drop and a shy virgin trainer girl suddenly starts grinding on a table corner; a proud swordswoman wakes up from “just a drink” with hazy memories, cum leaking out of her ass, and a faint sense that she liked it way too much. The story keeps this strange mix of silly and fucked‑up: Lazuli talks about alchemy like a nerd who reads too many grimoires, but then she’s also the same maniac who will jerk off behind a curtain, whispering little comments while a corrupted Hinata worships her cock with both hands and mouth, drool everywhere, eyes shining with that brainwashed devotion hentai artists love so much. Scenes go from goofy experimentation to really mean stuff: blackmail with magically recorded voyeur footage, “accidental” sleep sex justified with bullshit pseudo‑science, and that slow corruption arc where proud heroines from worlds like Naruto, My Hero Academia, Dragon Ball, Fairy Tail, One Piece or Pokémon tumble down from “No, never” to “Fine, just my hand” to “Why does it feel empty when you pull out?” without even noticing how far they fell.

What makes it weirdly charming is how inconsistent Lazuli is as a character. One moment she’s doing an almost tender titfuck with someone like Nico Robin, clearly enjoying the shape of those big soft breasts, carefully smearing cum on them like she’s painting. Next moment she’s using transformation tricks so suddenly Serena or Nessa find themselves with a fat new cock between their legs, panic mixing with arousal while Lazuli explains in that smug voice how “temporary” it is, then pushes them into group sex anyway. The game uses that 2D and 3D mix in a dirty way: sometimes you get a short animated loop of a character like Erza or Android 18 taking anal, her ass bouncing and jiggling, and then it cuts back to static art for the aftermath, thick creampie dripping while Lazuli notes something in her research book. It feels like a porn lab notebook: handjob success rates, mind control side effects, level of groping tolerated before resistance drops. There are cute slices of perv life too, like Lazuli just watching Nami and Lillie masturbate separately under a subtle spell, legs shaking, completely unaware they’re being observed like experimental mice, or a harem scene where Kushina, Hinata and Sarada end up sharing the same futa cock, half from drugged lust, half from Lazuli’s shameless manipulation. The tone never fully decides if this is still “fun” corruption or already full damnation, and honestly that’s what keeps it interesting: you’re stuck in that sticky line where fantasy, mind control, blackmail, anal, vaginal, sleep sex, creampies, big tits, big asses, all blend together into one long, filthy project of turning every famous girl in anime into Lazuli’s personal property, catalogued, studied, and thoroughly fucked.

First thing, I didn’t expect this game to feel so *alive* on mobile. It looks like another parody, you know, those cheap ones where characters just move stiff and blink too much. But then I met Serena and Nemona in that first area - yeah, the one where you can “accidentally” grope if you tap the wrong icon - and suddenly the whole thing had this weird energy, like it wasn’t sure if it wanted to be a love sim or just straight-up filth. Which I liked. The small dialogue before every scene makes it hit harder, kinda awkward English mixed with moaning, feels more real than the polished stuff. And Bea? Damn. She’s got that bossy tone that made me mess up the quicktime thing just to see her reaction. She doesn’t forgive mistakes.

I got lost halfway through the story, not because it’s confusing, but because I stopped caring about the map. The sandbox thing lets you wander anywhere, but why wander when Cynthia literally drags you into something that’s part fight, part... something else. I’ll say this: the tentacle scene with the “monster” felt too much but also not enough, like the devs wanted to shock and then chickened out. Still, I didn’t skip it. The sounds alone - some wet mix of pleasure and horror - work better than any dialogue. Then there’s Nessa and Sonia showing up later, like the game assumes you already have a preference. I kept switching between them just to see the contrast in how they handle oral scenes. It’s not fair, but Nessa’s got the rhythm.

What bugs me? The touch controls sometimes don’t register during group scenes, and the camera snaps weirdly when you’re in the middle of, well, you know. But when Hilda joins - oh, man, that part changes the entire tone, like someone just remembered this was supposed to be an adventure. It’s messy, rough, sometimes too much even for a parody. But I’d lie if I said I didn’t keep it open longer than planned, pretending I was just checking messages.

Game starts and she’s already half in it, no long story, just this blonde with big porn star energy walking into some cheap looking beach arcade like it’s a job interview. She’s got this tight swimsuit that looks more like something from a trashy Instagram ad than real sportswear, and it actually fits the vibe. There’s sand outside, fake neon inside, and then those booths with holes in the wall that the game is clearly way too proud of. It all feels a bit dirty in a good way, like someone mixed a summer holiday with a gross bathroom and said, yeah, people will jerk to this.

The whole “I want to open my own porn studio” dream is funny, because the game pretends it cares about that goal for like two lines and then completely forgets it once the first dick slips through the glory hole. Money counter jumps every time she starts sucking, and honestly that’s the only “economy system” that matters here. You just watch her work for cash, one blowjob at a time, and it’s weirdly honest as a monetization metaphor. The game is free, but it really feels like it wants you thinking about coins and points and upgrades, just like the shady gacha crap in mobile apps. Only here the prize is more cum on her face, not a new skin in Genshin or some battle pass in Fortnite. Same logic, different fluid.

Her animations when she leans down on the hole actually surprised me, in a stupid way. She adjusts her posture, grabs the shaft like she knows what she’s doing, then you notice her expression change when the guy on the other side starts to get close. It’s porn logic, yeah, but there’s a tiny bit of character there. She’s not shy at all. She opens wide, takes it messy, doesn’t even pretend she cares who’s on the other side. That part is hot and also kind of depressing, like she’s become just another resource in an arcade machine. You pop in a “coin”, she spits and sucks, he explodes, repeat. It’s capitalism with cumshots.

And that beach setting. At first it looks pointless, but actually it hits this thing in the brain. Knowing that right outside this crusty arcade, there are people walking, kids with ice cream, normal couples splashing in the water, while inside she’s kneeling in front of a wall, swallowing strangers through a hole. That contrast is kinda fucked and kinda great. Makes the whole scenario feel more wrong. In a porn game way. Like someone took a sunny vacation photo and smeared it with sex.

Controls are simple to a fault, like a very horny rhythm minigame that forgot it’s supposed to be about “fun” too, not only timing. Sometimes you get a combo for making her keep the pace, sometimes the guy just blows early and you feel cheated. The game clearly wants you to chase higher scores, faster finishes, better “performance” from her. The weird part is that she reacts differently depending on how you play. Keep her at a slower rhythm and she looks like she’s enjoying the taste, speeding up looks more desperate, more like she’s working hard for that cash. That tiny detail actually got to me more than it should.

The cumshots are the main payoff and they don’t pretend to be classy. Thick, messy, dripping down her lips, sometimes on her swimsuit, sometimes on her cheek. It’s not subtle at all. She blinks when her eyes get hit, licks her lips when it’s on her mouth, cleans nothing. Just waits for the next guy. After a few rounds, the scoreboard feels less sexy and more like a spreadsheet of her dignity getting converted into coins, which, yeah, is the whole porn studio dream, I guess. The game sort of mocks itself and doesn’t even know it.

Still, when that last big payout appears and her balance jumps, you almost feel proud of her. Then you remember all she did was deepthroat a bunch of anonymous cocks through a hole in a sticky beach arcade for our entertainment and some imaginary startup capital, and suddenly that little victory screen tastes like cheap lube. In a good way. Or a bad way. Hard to tell.