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 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.

This thing feels like somebody took that whole “dollification” fetish, threw it into Blender and Stable Diffusion, shook the bottle, and never really checked the recipe after. You start as this pretty average dude, nothing special, kind of a background NPC energy, and suddenly you’re surrounded by girls who look like the algorithm has been told “more tits, more ass, more lips, more everything” on a loop. There’s no slow build, no long romance arcs, it’s like walking into a nightclub where the only dress code is “be fuckable” and the lights are permanently set to horny. The bimbo vibe is not just visual, it’s in how scenes are written: they talk like their brain is getting overwritten in real time by your cock and by whatever tech is driving the whole “doll verse” thing. The bodies are cartoon-level stacked, huge round tits that sit high like they’re inflated from the inside, asses that barely fit into the frame, and the camera knows it, keeps sliding down, catching jiggle and tight fabric and those stupidly thin thongs that exist only to be pulled aside.

At some point I realized I was ignoring half the story bits and just clicking forward to see how far the corruption goes. One scene hit me harder than I expected: you’re in this fake-clinical room, like a beauty lab designed by someone who watched too much porn, and the girl is on the chair talking almost normal at first. Lights scan her skin, some AI “enhancement” program runs, and the interface keeps saying stuff like “optimizing obedience” and “sexual output increased.” She’s looking at you, trying to hold onto her old self, then her voice gets softer, words shorter, tits literally bigger a few screen transitions later, her eyes a little emptier, and still she begs you to tell her she looks pretty. Philosophically, it’s super fucked and super hot at the same time. On one level, it is just fetish fluff for people who want big plastic-barbie sluts drooling over their dick. On another, it nails how desire in the digital age tries to flatten women into presets: big tits, big ass, simple thoughts, always “yes.” Of course, I say “nails” like it was planned; it might just be horny chaos that accidentally feels deep when you’re tired and half naked. I kept thinking of Nietzsche and then immediately thinking of how good her nipples looked in that latex harness. No healthy brain should have those two thoughts back-to-back, but here we are.

What actually surprised me most, weirdly, was a small browsing moment. You’re in this selection screen of dolls, like an unholy mix of Pornhub categories and character creation in a RPG, and you can zoom on different parts. I spent way too long just rotating the view around one girl’s ass, trying to decide if the curve was “artificial” enough. The texture has this uncanny quality, a bit too smooth, like AI tried to guess what perfect skin is and overshot it. It made me think about how porn is drifting away from real bodies into this fantasy of “AI generated flesh” that nobody has but everyone clicks on. I complain in my head about the weird hands and slightly off eyes, yet I still keep going, because when she kneels and the screen drops behind her to isolate the movement of her hips on your lap, none of that matters. It’s trashy, it’s overblown, sometimes the writing trips on itself trying to be edgy and just sounds dumb, and one of the early dialogue choices made me roll my eyes so hard I had to alt-tab to Telegram for a minute just to reset my brain. Then you come back, the next scene opens with her in a too-tight crop top, tits almost falling out while she calls you “master” like it’s the only word left in her vocabulary, and all your high-minded critique dissolves into “ok yeah, click next, I need to see where this goes.” The game is full of that clash: horny now, think later, or maybe never.

Thalmeris looks calm from far away, like those fantasy wallpapers you keep on your phone and never really think about. But inside this world everything is broken by old faith, blood and really fucked up desire. You start as this simple farm boy, soft life, fields, routine, the kind of guy that thinks destiny is just a pretty word in a prayer. Then in one ugly, rushed moment the whole thing is ripped away. Fire, screaming, metal on flesh, your father on his knees and some shadow figure cutting him down like he was nothing. And the person you care about most gets dragged off in chains while you are too weak to stop it. Game never lets you forget that you were useless there. It hits hard, more than I expected from a porn game on my phone if I am honest.

After that the story turns into this long walk through a world still shaking after holy war. Religion here is not just flavor, it is everywhere like dust. Half the people you meet quote some old scripture before they stab you. Temples still smell of incense and burned bodies. Knights pray right before they split someone wide open and the blood sprays on the icons. I liked how faith and lust are always touching each other. You see nuns with soft lips and heavy tits whispering about purity then ten minutes later one is on her knees in a ruined chapel, dress rolled up, back arched, moaning your name like a hymn while the candlelight shakes on her ass. It feels dirty in that special way where you know this is wrong but also exactly where you are supposed to be. Fate is a whore here and she is very affectionate.

The teasing is strong in this game, almost mean sometimes. You travel with this barbarian woman, tall and thick, big tits that never quite stay inside the leather, scars on her thighs that make you want to trace them with your tongue. She keeps calling you “farmboy” like an insult, flexing her arms, grabbing your shoulder a bit too tight. There is this one scene at a campfire, she drinks, laughs, stands up to stretch and her top slips just enough that you see the edge of her nipple in the light. She notices that you look and just smirks, sits down again and absolutely refuses to move things further that night. I spent the next battle totally distracted, failing a dodge because I was still thinking about that tiny flicker of pink. Stupid, but also very real.

Some of the best stuff happens in public. There is a city where old temples were turned into markets. You can flirt with this princess in disguise, trying to escape her own bloodline. She is proud, stubborn, always telling you that destiny is bullshit. You sneak with her through crowds, hiding from soldiers, and at one point she pulls you behind a broken statue of some forgotten god. People are walking right on the other side, priests chanting, merchants yelling. She grabs your hand and presses it between her legs through the dress and she is already wet, breathing fast, teeth on your neck. She keeps whispering “we should not, we should not” but her hips push into your fingers. It is not even full sex, just rough grinding and desperate kissing while you both try not to make noise. Exhibition vibe is crazy there, the fear of being seen gives everything this electric taste. Honestly, that short half-clothed scene turned me on more than some later full naked ones.

The game loves big tits and big asses, no lie. Every time you think they reached max size, a new character shows up and your brain says “ok, physics is cancelled now.” There is a devilish woman you meet in a ruin under a collapsed church, red eyes, slow smile, curves that look like someone cheated when they sculpted her. She plays with you a lot. She will appear in dreams, sit naked on your lap, pressing her huge tits against your chest, whispering about your “darkest wishes,” but then ask you to make choices that hurt people you care about. Sometimes when you pick the selfish option, you get this intense sex scene with her, claws on your back, her ass bouncing as she rides you, blood on the altar behind. When you try to be good, she just laughs and disappears, leaving you alone and hard. I hated her and also tried to see her every time.

What surprised me is how your decisions really twist the path. I took one route where I leaned into the whole chosen-by-fate thing, accepted the weird visions, followed the religious signs. Ended with a kind of fucked up holy warrior vibe, girls kneeling to pray with me then crawling onto my cock like it is another altar. In another run I played as this bitter cynic, no god, no plan, just survival. Different people slept with me, some romances never started, some turned cold. There was one ending where the princess I loved stood in front of a burning temple, crown on her head, looking at me like a stranger. No sex, just distance. It hurt more than when some enemies cut me open earlier with that graphic detail like ribs, torn flesh, organs almost spilling. Weird how the game can show guts hanging out one moment and then later make your heart feel more empty than your balls after a long scene. Destiny feels heavy here, but still, every choice you touch with your own dirty hands.