You open the game thinking it’s just some chill videogame night, then you realize very fast this is not about Mario Kart. You’re this 25 year old dude going over to a friend’s place, and he basically vanishes from the situation, leaving you in the house with his mom and his sisters. And it’s not some cartoon nonsense, they act like actual people, just… very horny people with bad boundaries. The whole thing feels like you accidentally walked into a porn plot and then someone told you “yeah, you control the timing now, good luck”.

What I liked is that it’s not rushing to throw pussy at your face in the first two clicks. You’re wandering around the house, peeking in rooms you probably shouldn’t, talking way too long about nothing with a woman whose tits are clearly not “accidentally” half out of her robe. The mom is that classic “I’m too hot to be doing laundry” type, big ass that moves when she bends over, and the game knows exactly where you’re looking, because the camera just sits there on her curves while she pretends to talk about snacks or whatever. One moment she’s scolding you like a strict parent, next moment she’s close enough that if you leaned a little, your dick would decide the whole plot on its own. And then, out of nowhere, she’s grabbing your wrist and placing your hand on her ass while still talking like nothing changed. That kind of quiet escalation is way hotter than instant naked click porn.

There’s this one scene where you’re in her room, she “needs help with her muscles” after cleaning. She lies on the bed, belly down, robe hiking up higher every second, and you’re massaging her legs. You can go tame or push your luck, slide higher, brush under her thighs, hand almost slipping between her legs. When she doesn’t stop you, it’s this slow, hungry build, until she shifts her hips and you finally feel how wet she is through the fabric. She doesn’t act like a porn actress, more like a horny woman trying and failing to pretend she’s still in control. When it finally goes to actual vaginal sex, it’s not just “click to fuck”. She wraps those thick thighs around your waist, nails digging into your back, and complains you’re being too rough while clearly wanting you to go even harder. It’s messy, needy, the kind of thing where you feel like you definitely should not be doing this with your friend’s mom, which of course makes it hotter.

The sisters are a whole different flavor of trouble. One of them teases you to death, always leaning too close with a tank top that can barely hold her tits inside, then acting shocked when you stare. There’s this playful moment where she’s lying on her bed scrolling on her phone, feet in your lap, and she starts wiggling her toes exactly over your crotch. At first it looks innocent, like she’s just annoying you, but she keeps it going, pressing a bit harder, watching your face, pretending she doesn’t get what she’s doing. If you push it, she goes from “stop, idiot” to sliding her foot slowly against your dick, heel pressing in, toes tracing your length through the pants. The first footjob scene hits when she has you pinned sitting on the edge of her bed, legs around you, and she just decides your cock belongs under her soles now. She stares right in your eyes while rubbing you off, like she’s testing how much shame you can swallow. I liked it and I hated that I liked it, which is kind of the whole point of this type of game anyway.

Spanking is handled in this funny half-awkward way that actually works. There’s no “click for BDSM scene”, it grows out of normal shit like an argument or some teasing gone too far. One of the girls mouths off, you can choose to push back, and next thing you know she’s over your lap, ass filling your view, squirming while you smack her cheeks. Nothing complicated, just simple shots of your hand and her big ass getting pink, her trying not to moan and failing. Later on, with the mom, it flips. She’s on top of you, riding you slowly, then slaps your thigh when you grab her too hard, and you can answer with a smack on her ass. The way her body jumps when you do it, her tits bouncing in your face, that little gasp turning into a deeper moan, feels way more powerful than some generic “kinky mode” button. It’s like everyone in this house secretly likes being punished and nobody wants to say it out loud.

I kept overthinking my route like some idiot chess nerd trying to optimize orgasms. “If I go to the sister’s room now, I might miss the hallway scene with the mom, but that might unlock later foot stuff, unless I…” and then I realized I was min-maxing a horny house full of women who just want my dick in different positions. And of course, the game punishes that a bit. Pick one girl too much and you feel like you’re missing delicious tension with the others. Try to juggle all of them and you get stuck with half-finished scenes, blue balls and awkward timing. Which is exactly what a love triangle, or square, or fucked-up polygon should feel like. You’re not supposed to “perfect route” this, you’re supposed to make mistakes, sleep with the wrong woman at the wrong moment, and then walk through the hallway later like “oh fuck, she knows”.

What annoyed me is that one of the room transitions has this tiny delay that throws me off every single time and I kept clicking twice like a clown. Completely minor, I’m still mad about it. But the actual moment-to-moment stuff, like watching the mom adjust her bra in front of the mirror and catching your reflection, or having a sister roll her eyes while secretly opening her legs just a bit when you sit down, that’s where the game really got me. It feels less like a porn slideshow and more like you’re stuck in this horny household puzzle where every wrong word can close a route or open a totally unexpected one. And honestly, when you finally have one of them under you, tits pressed against your chest, her voice low and shaky while you sink into her, all that awkward walking around their rooms kind of pays off in a very dirty, very satisfying way.

You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.

Frank's prison break goes about as well as you'd expect - which is to say, absolutely terrible. One shipwreck later and this guy's washing up in Bikini Bottom looking like he got chewed up by Davy Jones himself. But here's where things get weird (and I mean WEIRD): instead of doing the sensible thing like finding help or maybe not impersonating cartoon characters, Frank decides the best survival strategy is pretending to be SpongeBob. Yeah, that SpongeBob. The yellow square dude who flips patties and annoys his neighbors.

What starts as a desperate con job turns into something way more fucked up than you bargained for. Frank's not just wearing the square pants - he's living the whole twisted fantasy, and apparently everyone in Bikini Bottom is way more... accommodating than the original show ever suggested. Sandy's got that Texas-sized appetite for more than just science experiments, if you catch my drift. The animation work is surprisingly smooth for what's basically underwater cartoon porn, though sometimes the character expressions look like they're having existential crises mid-scene. Can't blame them honestly. The sandbox elements let you wander around causing chaos at your own pace, which is perfect because rushing through this fever dream would be doing it a disservice. You'll find yourself clicking through dialogue just to see how much more absurd Frank's situation can get, and trust me, it gets pretty damn absurd.

The whole thing feels like someone took childhood nostalgia, threw it in a blender with adult fantasies, and hit the "completely unhinged" setting. Frank's supposed to be this hardened criminal but half the time he's bumbling around like he's never seen a talking starfish before. The male domination stuff works better than it should given the source material, probably because everyone's so committed to the bit. It's crude, it's ridiculous, and somehow that makes the sexy parts hit different. Just don't expect any deep character development - Frank's basically a horny plot device with commitment issues.

Eva’s story doesn’t even pretend to be clean. It starts with her pretending - pretending she’s got everything under control, pretending she’s not curious, pretending those late-night messages don’t make her pulse jump. There’s something almost cruel about how the game lets you linger on her hesitation, how it slows time right before she crosses a line she swore she wouldn’t. You can feel her trying to reason with herself - then giving up. I didn’t expect the texting mechanic to be that addictive. You think you’re just choosing dialogue, but no, it’s you pushing her, pulling her, maybe ruining her. The city feels like it’s watching her too, waiting for her to slip up. It’s messy, and kind of hot in that uncomfortable way that makes you want to close the tab - but you don’t. You just keep pushing.

What caught me off guard was how the game doesn’t really reward you for doing the “right” thing. You think she’s safe with one person, and then the next scene just wrecks that illusion. The art style does this thing where it looks soft, almost innocent, and then the next frame just slaps you with something filthy - like contrast is part of the kink. I got annoyed at one point because the UI glitched during a stripping sequence and killed the mood, but then again maybe that’s just me being picky. The sound design though - too real sometimes. There’s one scene in a bathroom that made me mute the laptop because I thought someone would hear. It’s not even that graphic visually, it’s the breathing. The tiny pauses. It’s insane how much tension they packed into that.

Anyway, it’s not a “fun” game in the usual sense. It’s more like being caught reading someone’s private messages and liking it too much. I kept telling myself I’d stop after one more choice, but Eva’s slow slide into her own reflection, the way she starts liking the attention she said she hated - it’s gross, it’s hot, it’s kind of art. I don’t even know if I liked it, which probably means I did.