Imagine waking up and realizing every stupid horny joke you made about “yeah I’d totally smash that mon” actually became your new life. That is literally the whole vibe here, and somehow it works way better than it should. You are this reincarnated guy in a world that kind of looks like the usual pocket monster thing, except everyone around you is either stacked like a hentai doujin or has curves that make zero sense biologically. The game just shrugs and says “yeah, you’re here to fuck, not to ask questions,” and throws you at girls and monster girls like you’re some walking breeding item. One moment you’re pretending to be a serious trainer talking with Nemona about battles, next moment she’s grinding on you and asking if your “move” is super effective while she rides you raw and begs for a creampie like it’s part of the gym rules. It’s really dumb. I love it.

The best part for me is how it treats all the famous girls as if they’ve been waiting for you personally. Misty showing up all smug, doing that fake tsundere “I’m only doing this for training” while she’s on her knees, stroking your cock with both hands and licking the tip like she’s taste testing a potion. Marnie being all quiet but then suddenly sitting on your face, thighs trembling, whispering nasty stuff that would break canon so hard. Hilda teasing you nonstop, riding your lap and pushing her tits together for a slow titfuck, with this lazy smile like she knows you’ve memorized every frame already. Sonia pretending she cares about “research” while taking off her coat and letting her big ass bounce on your cock, all animated, soft jiggle, clapping sound in your headphones, you know the drill. The models actually look like twisted versions of their originals, not ugly knockoffs, which is rare in these parody things. And the monster girls… yeah. Gardevoir giving this gentle blowjob like she’s worshiping you, then pulling you deep inside her and asking you not to pull out. Mewscarada acting all smug, rubbing her pussy on your shaft first, like “prove you can handle me,” then moaning like crazy once you slam into her. Lopunny is just straight-up fetish fuel, there is no other way to describe it. The game knows exactly what it’s doing and doesn’t pretend otherwise.

What surprised me is how often I opened this on mobile “just to check something” and ended up stuck watching one animation ten times in a row like some idiot, because there is always one little movement I missed. Jessie’s blowjob scene where her lipstick smears a bit and she strokes you faster with that annoyed Team Rocket face? Peak. Nemona jerking you off while ranting about battle stats, using spit as lube and then suddenly pressing your dick between her tits like she remembered titfucks exist mid-scene. There is some actual voyeur stuff too, where you’re hiding behind bushes watching a milf trainer finger herself while her mon watches, and your stupid horny brain is like “okay but when is my turn,” and yes, of course the game gives you that. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like it jumps from teasing to full vaginal in one click and the dialogue barely catches up, but somehow that chaotic energy kinda fits. I had one moment where I was going through a “serious” talk with a character and I clicked the wrong option and suddenly she was on her knees giving me a handjob, zero lead-up, and I laughed so hard I had to pause the scene. But then I watched it twice anyway. The adventure stuff is just an excuse to move you from one girl or monster girl to the next, and honestly I stopped pretending it was about anything else after the first time I pumped a full load inside Sonia and she smiled like that was the secret objective all along.

It starts messy, in the best possible way. You’re tossed into this warped version of the galaxy far, far away - not the kind that smells like burnt metal and destiny, but one thick with sweat and bad decisions. The whole thing feels like a fever dream that someone spun out after one too many Holonet smut threads. You’re the guy who somehow made it to Jedi Knight while everyone else got distracted by the war or by each other’s asses (and they’re massive here, holy hell). Half the time you forget why you’re supposed to be saving anything because Barriss bends forward mid-dialogue and the robe just... doesn’t hold. Then there’s Aayla, all cool confidence until her mouth opens, breathing hard like she’s half-daring you to break the code. They all do that. Even Padme - who says words about diplomacy but arches her back every time your name drops. It’s ridiculous and hot at once, like watching porn on mute during a political debate.

The turn-based fights almost feel like foreplay. Every encounter teases longer than necessary, camera angles doing that thing where you can’t tell if you’re fighting monsters or auditioning them for something darker. When Bo-Katan shows up, the whole tempo changes - less talk, more bite - and suddenly the lightsaber doesn’t look like a weapon anymore. My favorite stupid detail: in the menu, somebody coded a “meditation” button that just leads to sex scenes. Lazy? Sure. But it fits. Nothing here pretends to be noble; it’s all dirty Jedi business in slow motion. And when the game finally pops one of those creampie endings, you don’t even blink. You just chuckle, fix the screen ratio on your phone, and keep pressing through because apparently defeat can look like victory if the moaning syncs just right.

Weird thing is - somewhere between the teasing and the parody nonsense - it stops feeling like a joke. You catch yourself liking these twisted versions more than the real ones. Maybe that’s the Force talking. Or just the fact that the writing knows exactly how low you’ll sink for another glimpse under a Jedi robe.

War is technically happening somewhere in Ahras, but this game treats it like background noise while you’re busy staring at tits and trying to remember which herb makes people extra horny and which one just makes them lactate like a busted tap. You’re not a hero, you’re an alchemist refugee who stumbled into this “safe” city that looks peaceful on the surface and then slowly shows you it’s basically a fuck buffet with a fantasy veneer. The guild hires you because they need potions, but everyone treats you less like a worker and more like a walking excuse to experiment on their own bodies. You sit in this little workshop, surrounded by bottles, stains on the table that probably aren’t all chemical, and a constant stream of adventurers with big asses, bigger chests, and problems that can always, somehow, be solved by you touching them a bit too much while “checking side effects”.

One of the early moments that hooked me is when this knight girl comes in, all stoic, armor too tight around her tits, complaining about fatigue and sore muscles. You brew a stamina tonic, misjudge the ratio on purpose, and she ends up flushed, nipples hard and leaking through her tunic as the potion pulls milk from somewhere deep in her body. She tries to keep a straight face while her breasts get heavier, her voice shaking as she asks if this is “normal for alchemy”. You don’t even answer, you just ask to “inspect for adverse reactions” and suddenly you’re cupping those huge, warm tits, thumb brushing a nipple while milk beads at the tip, and she’s trying not to moan in the middle of the lab. The art sells it: soft lines, slightly messy, like a sketch that got horny and refused to stop. Nothing too polished, which actually fits the setting; it feels like a dirty notebook you shouldn’t be reading at work, yet here we are. I played this on my phone in the bathroom at the office using Firefox and honestly, it was dangerously manageable. One hand scrolling, the other hand, well. Let’s just say Face ID almost failed after.

The game plays loose and lazy with time. One moment you’re buying ingredients from a smug cat-eared merchant girl whose tail won’t stop twitching when you brush against her, the next you’re babysitting a monster girl party member whose idea of testing a transformation potion is to ask you to grope her thighs while they shift. The sandbox feeling is there: you pop open the menu, poke around quests, forget the main story because some stacked cow-girl adventurer just unlocked a “special” alchemy route involving milking tools and “stress relief”. There’s teasing everywhere. Furry ears getting pulled, tails wrapped around your waist, hips grinding your lap under the excuse of “balance training”. One scene has a mage using you as a chair while reading, your hands pinned under her ass, and when you finally wriggle free she smirks and “accidentally” spills a potion that makes her clothes almost transparent. The story pretends to care about redemption and trauma, then ten minutes later you’re testing a breast enlargement recipe on a shy healer who’s clearly into you fondling every new inch. I kept getting annoyed that the merchant’s inventory page loads like half a second slower on mobile than the other screens and then forgetting it mid-fap because the next CG drops some new angle of a fat ass sitting on your face. It’s messy, horny, weirdly cozy, talks about war like it’s weather, and treats bodies like clay you can knead, pinch, fill, and milk until everyone’s panting and your workshop smells like sex and herbs.

You start as this broke college guy walking into Burgmeister & Royce like you’re gonna fix your life, then the game just grabs you by the dick and drags you into absolute chaos. Classes? Technically there. But the real “curriculum” is trying not to cum in your pants every five minutes while sorority girls flash you during a stupid drinking game, your landlady “forgets” to close her bathroom door, and your so-called bros push you into shit you know your dad would beat your ass for if he saw it. It’s that filthy campus fantasy where everyone’s way too hot, way too horny, and somehow nobody ever remembers underwear exists.

The sex stuff doesn’t even wait politely. One minute you’re doing some harmless point and click around your crappy dorm room and the next you’re peeping through a slightly open door, catching twins in a lesbian makeout session that is very much not “innocent experimenting.” They drag you in if you pick the right lines and suddenly you’re in this messy tangle of tongues, fingers, one of them riding your face while the other forces your cock between her tits and laughs in your ear about how fast you’re shaking. Later you can pretend you’re a romantic guy, taking a shy virgin girl on a normal date, hand in hand, giggling, then end the night with her masturbating in your lap inside a parked car because she “isn’t ready for penetration yet” but still wants your cum all over her stomach. The game swings from sweet to downright filthy in like two clicks and never apologizes.

What surprised me is how much it leans into power stuff without making it feel like a cheap porn menu. Sometimes you’re the one groping, pulling panties down behind a bar counter while your milf boss pretends she doesn’t notice, and sometimes you end up on your knees with a dominant school queen slapping you with a strap-on, telling you to open wider while her roommate records it on her phone through the keyhole. There’s this whole turn based combat thing tied to frat wars and campus gangs that looks silly at first, then suddenly you’re planning who to bring to a fight because winning opens new prostitution side gigs and losing might end with a humiliating scene where the rival guys use your girl for group sex while you’re forced to watch, dick hard and useless. I wish the game let you punch one particular smug asshole in the balls during a combat segment, it just sits there in my head every time that scene plays. Anyway, between interracial threesomes in trashy motel rooms, anal quickies in the library stacks, puzzle bits to unlock voyeur routes, and that one lesbian romance that somehow feels more emotional than all your straight routes combined, it’s less like a clean dating sim and more like getting lost in the filthiest campus rumor mill ever, where every rumor turns into a clickable scene and half of them end with a creampie dripping down someone’s thigh.