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?

You start as this nobody shinobi that completely flunked his shot at becoming a proper ninja, and honestly, it fits. The world of Naruto is full of geniuses and destiny kids, and here you are, the background extra who somehow got dragged into the darker corner of the setting. Danzo scoops you up on the side like some discount weapon, drills you in secret until you’re this quiet, efficient tool. Not the heroic, orange-jumpsuit idiot. More like the guy in the shadows who actually cleans up the mess. By the time Lady Tsunade suddenly calls you to her office, you already feel a bit twisted inside from the training, and the game really leans into that. One second she is the “big-tits alcohol auntie” Hokage, slouching with that bored face, next second she pins you with those eyes and you realize the power gap is stupidly huge. And somehow that makes the whole corruption angle even hotter, because you know damn well she could snap you in half, but the story keeps finding excuses to put you in control anyway. Well, sort of in control. In the way hentai logic works, where one little advantage becomes a full-on mindfuck campaign.

The structure is this mix of visual novel scenes and a light management thing where you juggle missions, training and, yeah, seducing or breaking kunoichi. You’re not just clicking through text, you’re planning how to get stronger, how to stack influence, what to say to each girl so later you can push them a step further. There was this moment with a certain loud blond idiot and a certain legendary busty Hokage where your choices earn you “trust” as the good reliable shinobi, then the next scene lets you flip that same trust into subtle blackmail. One innocent favor turns into “you owe me,” then into “you’ll do this and pretend you like it,” then into you pressing her up against her own desk while she still wears the Hokage hat. The dialogue swings between goofy parody stuff, like making fun of Naruto’s stupid optimism, and dead serious submission play where a proud kunoichi realizes she is aroused from being ordered to kneel. I liked that whiplash more than I want to admit. Also, whoever decided Tsunade’s breasts needed to be that big was probably compensating for something, but hey, I’m not complaining. Actually I am, because some scenes end just when they get really filthy and it drove me crazy, but anyway. The fun part is experimenting with choices that look harmless, then later you find out that “joke” suggestion you made to a ninja girl became the seed for full corruption, and suddenly she is sneaking into your room at night, half shy, half desperate, asking you to use her like a toy so she can forget about her duties. If you want to really enjoy it, push the submissive paths, save often, and don’t rush to the obvious “good boy” endings. Stretch out the tension. Make them squirm a bit longer before you finally tell them what position they’re sleeping in tonight.

I didn’t expect a game about running Leblanc again to make me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and filthy excitement, but here we are. You’re back behind that tiny counter, coffee grinder humming like it’s pretending not to hear the moans from upstairs. The girls drift in one by one - older now, sharper around the edges - and there’s something so painfully intimate in how they talk to you, like every conversation could end in an argument or a kiss. The writing isn’t afraid of silence either; some dialogues just sit there, uncomfortable, until someone says something foolish and suddenly clothes start coming off. It’s both tender and obscene. I kinda hate that I love it.

The management part doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. You wipe tables, brew coffee, flirt, rinse, repeat - but then out of nowhere she’s leaning over the counter and whispering something that makes your hand slip on the mug handle. That small animation? Pure evil. Like it knows exactly what kind of attention you’re giving the screen. The sandbox structure helps though; it gives you space to do nothing, which somehow makes the sexy moments hit harder. There’s this little sound effect when affection goes up, a soft chime, and I swear it’s addictive like a dopamine drip. I wish the CG scenes weren’t locked behind such arbitrary stat checks, but maybe that’s part of the charm: earning indulgence through tedium. Or maybe I’m just rationalizing my own thirst.

There’s one night where everything slows down - no hints, no grinding, just her voice low and rough, saying things that almost sound like apologies. That single scene made the whole thing click for me. The lewdness stops being just porn and turns into something strangely personal, almost pathetic in its honesty. I don’t know if that was on purpose, probably not, but it worked. Play it like you’d sip cold coffee after closing time - half bitter, half sweet, all wrong. Don’t rush anything. Let it wreck your pacing.

You start as this pretty elf who looks like they should be in some noble court drama, but five minutes in you’re on your knees for a horned bastard twice your size and suddenly the “high fantasy” vibe kind of changes flavor. The game leans hard into that contrast: shiny forests, temples, old ruins, then some orc drags you behind a broken wall and uses you like he’s trying to break a training dummy. And it actually fits. The world feels like one long road where every race is horny, pissed off, or both. One moment you’re talking to a dwarf merchant about some ancient artifact, the next he’s slamming you face-first into a pile of furs, beard scratching your thighs while he fucks you like you owe him rent. It has that feeling of a porn comic that just forgot to be subtle and decided every “hello” has a 60% chance of turning into a group scene.

The interesting part is how the game keeps pretending you have control. Dialog choices feel like: “Flirt politely”, “Openly beg for it”, “Tell them to fuck off”, and all three can still end with you pinned under someone’s huge cock, just with different dirty talk on the way there. I had one scene with a draenei paladin where I tried to play proud and cold, refused his help in a fight, and lost. Woke up tied to his camp stake, his cock already hard and pressed against my ass while he told me that arrogant elves need discipline. Tried to resist again in the dialog, he just laughed and went in rough, stretching me out slow, like he wanted me to feel exactly how big he was. Zero mercy, but it never felt random. The game remembers if you acted bratty ten scenes before, and some characters treat you like a toy who needs to learn. Others like a prize that must be worshiped with tongue first, then ruined. I had a demon talk to me all gentle while swallowing me almost whole on his lap, like he was doing me a favor by rearranging my guts.

What sticks is how scenes keep escalating. You think “ok, that was the big one”, then later you get tossed into some ruined chapel with an orc, a human knight, and a horned beast waiting, and nobody is arguing who gets the first hole, they just grab you and start sharing. They pull you open like you’re made for it, one forcing your jaw wide, another shoving into your ass so hard you feel your whole body jerk, and some third bastard just uses your hand as if he owns it. It gets filthy quick, spit, sweat, cum on your face, your tits bouncing while your back arches against cold stone. And stupid detail, but the dirty talk sometimes hits way too close: being called “little elf flesh” by a snarling orc while his cock is already halfway in you is both humiliating and hot. I hate that the interface has those tiny buttons in the corner that feel like they were made for ants, but then I forget it when a minotaur presses you on your stomach, pushes your legs apart like they’re nothing, and you watch the screen fill with him stretching you to the limit, your body giving up and taking it. It’s not a polite game. It’s a “you will get used and maybe you’ll start liking it” game, and it leans into that with a grin.