You show up at this weirdly quiet place called Camp Pinewood, expecting some normal summer job, maybe a few brats and some boring chores, and instead you walk into this fever dream where every girl from your old cartoons apparently decided to grow curves, lose shame, and hang around half-dressed. No dudes anywhere. Just you, one confused but very horny guy, surrounded by faces you recognize from way too many childhood afternoons, now asking for “help” with things that have nothing to do with camp activities. It feels wrong for like five seconds, then someone bends over a little too far and your brain just shuts up. One minute you’re talking to Gwen who’s pretending she’s here for “training,” the next her top just happens to slip when you raise her affection and suddenly you’re in this loop of checking every corner of the camp like some degenerate detective. Is there a mystery? Kind of. You’re supposed to investigate what’s going on, but half of that “investigation” is walking into a cabin and catching someone like Velma “studying” on the bed with her tits about to fall out of her shirt, or Stephanie bouncing around with that fake-innocent Lazy Town vibe, short skirt riding up way too high. The game knows exactly what it’s doing when it leaves a door half open so you can spy on Daphne stripping down in front of the mirror, like it’s totally normal camp behavior.

What I like is how the horny stuff doesn’t drop on you all at once. It starts pretty tame, just teasing and flirting, then suddenly you’re juggling dates with Clover from Totally Spies, Gwen, Raven, and maybe Francine hanging around acting like some hot stepmom who wants to “talk” about your progress. Some scenes are just silly, like Lola Bunny deciding she needs “private coaching” and ending up on her knees with your cock between those big cartoon lips, while you’re thinking, yeah, Space Jam hit different. Then other moments go way harder than you expect. One second it’s a blowjob under the trees, next moment you’ve got Starfire all eager-to-please, asking what else humans like, and you’re pushing into her tight ass while she moans something about “learning Earth customs.” There’s proper variety too: titfucks with huge-soft-ridiculous racks, handjobs that turn into messy oral, classic pussy pounding with big asses grinding on you, and those scenes where the girl pretends she “didn’t know” you were watching her play with herself and then just keeps going, because voyeurism is basically the camp’s unofficial sport. Some routes lean more into male domination, with you pressing a girl against the wall, pulling her hair, making her strip piece by piece, others feel more like romance gone very, very off the rails, like slow-burn moments with someone like Wendy, where you kiss first and end up fucking her senseless on a cabin bed while the campfire crackles outside. It’s trashy and nostalgic and wrong and hot at the same time, like scrolling through your old Saturday-morning lineup and realizing every single one of them is now trying to climb onto your lap.

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.

Whole thing feels like some horny comic nerd’s fever dream that accidentally turned into a game and nobody stopped them. You’re the only guy left in this mashed up DC / Marvel world, and instead of going full tragic, the story just leans into “ok, who do you want to fuck first?” with a straight face. It’s not pretending to be deep. One minute you’re talking to Raven while she’s being all moody and low-key horny in the background, next you’re suddenly dealing with She-Hulk crowding the screen with her muscles and tits like she’s gonna break both your ribs and your dick. The writing flips from kinda funny to kind of cringe in like two lines, but somehow that fits a setting where Wonder Woman and Black Widow can show up in the same hallway and nobody questions reality. They just question how hard you’re staring at their ass.

What I actually like is how the game remembers small stuff you say, like when you try to flirt with Maria Hill with some half-ass line, she gives you that “are you serious” vibe, and it comes back later when she grudgingly lets you touch her anyway. Same with Poison Ivy: if you play nice, she’s almost tender, but if you’re an asshole, she treats you like a walking dildo she’s tired of but still using. The sex scenes change a bit depending on how you handled them before, not crazy branching, but enough that blowing off Emma Frost to go chase Teen Titans girls like Raven or Starfire-lite types doesn’t feel totally ignored. Oral scenes are actually described with some care, like the dev really enjoys writing about tongues and spit, but then they kind of rush some of the vaginal stuff like “ok, you fuck her, you cum, next”. Power Girl’s scenes hit that “huge tits, big ass, act annoyed but secretly loving it” thing hard, then it cuts to something more romantic with Jean Grey trying to act responsible while literally grinding on you. There’s romance tags and they do kind of try, especially with characters like Ms. Marvel and Captain Marvel, where you can be less of a fuckboy, but it still always circles back to you shoving something in someone. Also the UI is a little clunky in spots and I swear a choice skipped for me once in a conversation with Psylocke and I will never know what that line was and it annoys me way more than it should. Anyway, if seeing Harley Quinn suck you off after you tease her about being “the less hot clown” compared to some random meme version of her sounds like your thing, yeah, that energy is here. And then the game turns around and gives you a quiet, slow scene with Raven where she just holds your hand before riding you in a dark room like you’re both pretending feelings don’t exist. It’s messy, horny, awkward, and weirdly honest about what it is.

Getting dumped by your own dad and shipped off like some faulty package is already a mood, but this game somehow makes that whole mess the starting point for a horny strategy puzzle about redheads, power games and terrible self control. You land in a new city, get thrown into a school that feels way too clean on the outside, and then suddenly there is this weird thing where every second girl has that same fire hair and a body that looks like it was drawn by a guy who never heard the word "subtle". The protagonist is technically you, but really it feels more like you’re playing some unhinged greedy algorithm trying to optimize routes between tits, asses and who you can piss off the least in each scene. The game loves teasing. Not soft flirting, I mean long, drawn out bullshit where a milf bends over in front of you for the fifth time and you still somehow don’t get to fuck her yet, just a lot of groping, half-accidental "oops I fell on your boobs" moments, and those stupid timing choices where you either peek through a door or pretend to be a decent human being. And yeah, of course you peek. Everyone peeks. Then you reload because you wonder what happens if you don’t. Then you forget what route you were even on.

What I liked way too much is how the voyeur stuff isn’t just a one-off scene. You’re always catching people in some half-private situation: a teacher fixing her stockings while you "study", a mature neighbor bending over a washing machine in yoga pants so tight they’re basically war crimes, a girl in the dorm changing and you’re just outside the window with that shitty moral choice hovering. The visuals don’t try to be artsy, it’s more like: here, big tits, big ass, red hair, enjoy, you degenerate. Sometimes their faces look slightly weird from one angle, like they’re thinking about taxes during a blowjob, but then the camera swings a bit and you forget because the body language actually sells the scene. There’s this one moment in a classroom where you sit behind this stacked redhead and the game lets you "accidentally" brush her ass while passing a notebook. It sounds small, but the way her expression shifts from annoyed to curious and the option pops up to push your luck or back off, that did more for my blood pressure than some full sex scenes in other games. I still hate that the text box sometimes covers part of the action and I keep clicking like an idiot just to reposition it, and the dev probably won’t change that, but here we are.

The whole multiple endings thing turns into a mental chessboard in your head pretty fast. Do you keep milking the older landlady route with all the slow, sensual groping and late-night kitchen scenes, or do you go full chaos and chase the school girls with their messy drama and "caught in the hallway" tension. The game never really tells you which path you’re on, so you constantly feel like you’re one horny click away from nuking an entire ending, and honestly I love that and hate it. You try to min-max affection like it’s a JRPG stat, then there’s a scene where you watch two redheads argue in the dorm hallway, and you get a choice to take sides or stay silent. Pick one, suddenly someone else stops texting you for a while, a milf stops inviting you for "coffee" and you sit there wondering if it was that choice or the one where you grabbed a bit too much ass in the library. Also, side note, whoever decided on the pacing of the teasing deserves both a medal and a punch: sometimes you finally get a hot scene with kissing and groping and hand under the skirt, and right when you’re ready for the full thing it cuts, jumps to next day and pretends nothing happened, like some cocky Netflix show. But then three scenes later she leans against a wall, whispers in your ear, and all that previous frustration suddenly feels like part of the plan. Or maybe I’m just coping. Hard to tell.