In a world where hell's fires burn hot and desire runs wild, a sultry priestess with ample curves takes center stage.

This isn’t your usual fantasy game - it’s a raw, uncensored journey into a realm where sin and pleasure collide.

Within this standalone fuck-a-thon, extracted from the larger “Legend of Lust” project, you watch the priestess expertly handle thick, throbbing cocks with practiced ease.

Her ritual is soon joined by her devoted servants, turning the solo act into a heated threesome dripping with cumshots and raw passion.

The gameplay lets you switch between different activities - each button triggers new provocative moves that shift the scene’s intensity.

Adjust your view by rotating the camera or swapping out the desktop background to keep the visuals fresh and your fantasies alive.

Whether you crave big boobs, relentless handjobs, or the messy aftermath of cumshots, this game delivers with unapologetic intensity.

Dive headfirst into a legend steeped in lust and unfiltered desire - where every touch, lick, and moan is designed to push your boundaries.

First impression: I clicked this thing expecting some dumb meme parody and suddenly I’m stuck in a dark, shitty basement with horny robot furries that look like they crawled out of a forgotten FNaF fan forum and got lost on Pornhub. The game really leans into that “security guard stuck in a cursed place with bad lighting and worse decisions” vibe, but here the jumpscares are less about getting killed and more about getting pinned, grabbed, and teased until you stop pretending you’re not into it. One moment I’m staring at some cheap monitor, checking cameras like I’m working a night shift I didn’t sign up for, and next moment I hear those slow metallic footsteps coming closer, and instead of fear my brain goes, “Ok, but what if she actually catches me?” That mix of tension and horny is very stupid and somehow perfect. There’s this one scene where you’re trying to keep a door locked while this big-titted animatronic girl is on the other side, whispering shit that should not sound this hot coming from a robot, and all the while you’re juggling power, timers, and your own self control that dies in the first five minutes anyway.

It plays like a messed-up visual novel slipped into a FNaF-style wrapper. You get these dialogue choices where you can pretend to be professional and then two clicks later you’re asking a furry robot with massive boobs if touching her chassis counts as harassment. Sometimes the choices feel like they don’t matter, then suddenly one weird answer unlocks a scene where she drags you down below, sits on your lap and uses that cold, hard body in a way that makes you forget how to breathe. The pacing is strange in a good way; there’s quiet moments where you’re just watching cameras and listening to distant noises, almost meditative, almost like those focus apps, then the game slams you into a hentai-style close up of slick metal and soft flesh pressed together. I really liked how some scenes tease you for too long, but also I hated it, because I caught myself alt-tabbing to Telegram and Discord just to cool down, then coming back because I “wanted to see another route” which was a lie. There is one tiny thing that annoyed me, the font in some dialogue feels weirdly cheap, like someone forgot to change a default, and I kept staring at it expecting it to fix itself. It never did. The parody side sometimes goes too far, like it throws a reference that almost hits the mark, then trips over it, but that awkwardness kind of fits; like a horny fanfic that somehow became a real game. In the end you’re just alone with the monitor glow, hearing servos whir in the dark, knowing that if you mess up, you won’t die, you’ll just get fucked silly by giant-titted furry robots in a basement that smells like oil and bad decisions. Dare to keep the lights off.

I don’t know who came up with the idea to mash Makima, Zelda, and Tsunade into the same world, but whoever it was probably spilled beer on their keyboard halfway through writing the script - and that’s what makes *D20 Magic Dice* feel alive. It’s messy, horny, strangely sentimental at times, like watching late-night anime reruns after a breakup. You’re talking to this dice thing (yeah, an actual dice), and before you even realize it, it’s making your thoughts real. Not just the good ones. I rolled a 3 once and ended up in some half-lit tavern where Widowmaker was arm wrestling Rumi for no reason while Zelda flirted with the bartender. I think I lost track of the main plot two minutes in, but it didn’t matter. The game doesn’t care either, it just keeps throwing beautiful chaos in your lap, all soft skin and heavy breathing mixed with dumb jokes about mana points.

What I liked most is how it doesn’t pretend to be clever. The dialogue’s sometimes broken, and the pacing jumps like old VHS tape - one second you’re teasing Ada Wong, next second Tsunade’s lecturing you about responsibility while sitting on your lap. There’s some strange comfort in that inconsistency. I did wish there were more sound options though; moans hit too loud compared to everything else, made me lower volume quick before neighbors got curious. And yet, when Makima whispers in that weirdly calm tone, you kinda forgive every bug. Maybe nostalgia blinds me - I grew up on janky flash hentai crossovers, and this feels like one resurrected from 2009. The dice mechanic almost feels secondary to the conversations, which twist between sincere and absurd so fast it makes you laugh mid-erection.

Sometimes I forget which universe I’m even in - Naruto? Overwatch? Who cares. The worlds blur, the clothes vanish, and someone says something about destiny while you’re trying not to roll another damn six. Three words? Chaotic, filthy, affectionate. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

This thing feels like someone grabbed Zenless Zone Zero, shook it until all the plot fell out, and then stuffed the gaps with boobs, ass and weird sci-fi kink. In a good way. Mostly. You drop into this broken-future city where every alley looks like a porn set pretending to be a war zone, with those endless “zones” acting like basically horny dungeons. One moment you’re listening to some corrupted AI mumbling cryptic stuff, next moment you’re balls-deep in a girl who definitely should be focusing on the mission instead of riding you against a console that still has warning lights blinking. I like that the story keeps pretending it’s serious. There are memory fragments, data leaks, corporate secrets, all that. But the real thing you remember is Ellen pinning you to a wall, breathing heavy, while alarms scream in the background and she’s still half-talking about protocols. You know that classic “we’re in danger, we shouldn’t be doing this” moment? Here it happens like every ten minutes and somehow doesn’t get old, even though it absolutely should.

The whole visual novel style works nice with the parody vibe. You pick choices, watch the girls react, push them a little, pull back, then push too far because you want to see the lewd branch, and suddenly you’re locked into some very specific fetish scene you weren’t planning for but now you’re like “ok, fine, guess I’m into this now.” I had one run where I tried to play the polite, reliable agent type, always picking the “respectful” answer. That lasted until Miyabi showed up in that tight combat outfit, teasing non-stop, fake scolding me for “unprofessional behavior” while clearly begging for it. I picked the “stay focused” option and the game still found a way to throw me on a bed with her, leggings halfway off, her huge tits bouncing while she pretends she’s annoyed. Total liar. Later, same girl, different route, she rides your face like she’s trying to smother you, talking about “data synchronization” like that means anything when her thighs are around your head. And I swear the coders knew what they were doing with camera angles. Every time a big ass leans over a console, the important hologram is just... there, but your eyes are not there, you know.

What I liked most is how it keeps mixing the sci-fi talk with pure hentai brain. There’s some mission about stabilizing corrupted zones, and the way you “stabilize” one of them is basically fucking the anomaly out of an Ellen clone whose chest is so big it looks physically illegal. She’s shaking, glitching, flickering between normal and corrupted, and your “solution” is to fuck her until the glitch settles. It’s stupid, I laughed, then I replayed it twice. The parody of ZZZ is kinda loose, like it remembers Zenless when it wants a cool excuse for a fight, then forgets and just zooms in on cleavage. But there’s charm in that mess. One scene had you sneaking through a lab, trying to avoid cameras, and suddenly there’s a “stress relief protocol” event. Door locks, gas hisses, and some overdeveloped android with planet-sized tits calmly explains she needs your cock to “calibrate performance.” Ten clicks later, she’s begging, moaning your name with that perfect fake-robot echo, and you totally forgot there was even a stealth section. I kinda wish there were more quiet moments where you just hang out with the girls without every conversation turning into “oops I fell on your dick,” but also, that’s exactly why I kept clicking next instead of opening Twitter. Or, you know, going outside. The game knows exactly what it is and never pretends otherwise, except when it suddenly throws a surprisingly sweet line in the middle of a blowjob scene and you’re sitting there, pants down, feeling weirdly emotional while a girl with ridiculous big tits is drooling all over you. That’s the vibe here. And I’m not complaining. Mostly.