Con Quest feels like somebody got horny at Comic-Con, opened RPG Maker, and just refused to stop until every girl in a Pokémon outfit was getting railed. In a good way. You walk around this nerd convention, not to catch monsters, but to hunt down girls in cheap, tight cosplay that looks like it came from AliExpress and then got “modified” with scissors and zero shame. They’ve got the Pikachu chick whose ears keep wobbling while she’s getting fucked, the grumpy Gardevoir girl who pretends she’s above it all but spreads fast as soon as you push the right dialog options, and a ridiculous amount of bad puns about balls, trainers and catching them all. Sometimes it lands, sometimes it’s like watching your drunk uncle discover hentai on TikTok. Still, I laughed. Then I got hard. Not always in that order.

The flow is simple: explore the convention floor, poke at everything like a horny raccoon, talk to cosplayers, pick the lewder dialog, and trigger scenes. There’s that one moment where you finally talk your way backstage, past the fake “staff only” sign, and find a girl in a half-finished Eevee outfit, ears on, top off, still holding a hot glue gun while you bend her over a pile of foam props. Completely unsafe, 10/10. Another time I burned a whole coffee break just trying every dumb answer in one dialog tree to see which one would push the “Misty-but-not-Misty” girl from rolling her eyes to literally riding your face behind a merch table full of body pillows. The game sometimes pretends it’s a serious little quest with items and mini-challenges, then instantly switches to “okay, now fuck her on the floor between two trash bins.” That chaos made it feel like an actual con, to be honest. You run in circles, get lost, end up in the weirdest places, and suddenly there’s a half-naked furry Pikachu grinding on your lap like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Sex scenes go hard on the cosplay angle. Costumes stay on just enough to be stupid hot: tail getting grabbed, ears getting pulled, fake paws on your chest, panty lines under ripped bodysuits. There’s one where the girl’s wearing a super tight yellow suit and you only pull it down to her waist, so her tits bounce out while the hood still has the goofy little face on it. It looks silly and filthy at the same time, like a hentai parody you’re slightly ashamed to enjoy but you still do. Some animations loop a bit clunky in spots and the moans sometimes sound like they were recorded in someone’s bathroom on an old phone, but honestly that kind of fits the whole dirty-fan-project vibe. I was more annoyed that sometimes I clicked too fast, skipped a line of dialog I actually wanted to read, and there’s no quick, clean way to step back one sentence. Also there is one NPC who looks like she would 100% fuck you behind the fake cardboard Poké-center booth and she never does, and I’m still mad about that. The mix of convention humor, shameless cosplay kink, and “gotta catch every slutty costume” energy made it feel like wandering through a horny, corrupted Nintendo fan meetup where nobody cares about the panels, only about who’s getting pounded in which costume next.

Tommy and Justin were left staring at an empty room, confused as to why their Halloween party turned into a ghost town. That is until Sherman burst through the door, dragging along two stunning women dripping with desire. Sherman didn’t come empty-handed either - he brought with him a magical book filled with secrets that would unlock pleasures beyond their wildest dreams.

The three of them wasted no time, pulling Tommy and Justin into a whirlwind of seductive cosplay fantasies, where every outfit teased more than just skin. Milfs and younger lovers tangled together, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies with hungry hands and eager mouths. Blowjobs were exchanged with a hungry frenzy, tongues dancing and lips wrapping tight around throbbing shafts, building tension until it was unbearable.

When the moment came, cumshots exploded with messy abandon, painting faces and bodies in a sticky testament to lust. Threesomes twisted and tangled in every corner, driven by raw, uncontrollable need and the magic that pulsed from Sherman’s ancient tome.

By dawn, Tommy and Justin finally understood why the party had been a bust until Sherman’s arrival - this wasn’t just a Halloween party, it was a portal to indulgence and debauchery. If you want to see how far this twisted Halloween night can go, grab that magic book, join the chaos, and lose yourself in the raw heat of forbidden pleasure.

Horny Pokémon comedy is kind of a cursed idea already, and this thing leans into it like it lost a bet. You start off thinking “ok, funny parody, some lewd jokes, fine,” then five minutes later you’re arguing with a half-naked cosplayer in a fake court trial while an Umbreon does this slow, smug ass-wiggle in a reward scene that’s way too lovingly animated for something that was probably drawn on a Tuesday night. The whole thing feels like someone mashed a shitpost thread, a cheap casino, and a con artist trainer campaign into one chaotic little adventure. You run around this con-style hub, poking into rooms that look innocent until you notice the posters on the wall are absolutely not PG, and every “NPC” is either trying to flirt with you, scam you, or bait you into some risky bet just to unlock another naughty picture. It’s not classy. It’s not pretending to be classy. It’s more like “hey, remember when you were a kid collecting cards and now your brain is rotten? Good. Have some lewd stickers and half-dressed trainers.”

The cosplayers are the real meat here, if we can call it that. You’ve got this whole thing where some are common, some are rare, and then there’s that ultra rare James cosplayer that the game treats like a shiny legendary with a daddy kink. You bump into them and suddenly you’re in this silly half-serious situation, almost like a mini side quest, and if you manage to “save” them you get a secret reward lurking in the shop later that basically screams “yeah, you worked for this thirst, now enjoy it.” I kinda love that the game is horny but still laughs at itself. There’s this court trial mini game where you’re clicking through dialogue trying to ace the logic while the characters are wearing outfits that would get you banned from most servers, and I swear I missed a key piece of testimony just because I was staring at a cleavage window that looks like it could cut glass. Then you’ve got the casino, tossing coins around just to find some rare book, and the payoff is another slice of erotic nonsense that somehow feels earned, even though you literally just gambled until RNG liked you. I wish the UI didn’t feel like it was found under someone’s bed along with the old doujins, but whatever, it works. The Umbreon animation is honestly too smooth for how janky some of the menus are, which is weirdly charming and also annoying as hell. And the sticker sets? They feel like the devs were just doodling horny fanart during class and then dumped it all into the game, which, to be honest, is exactly the vibe this mess needed.

This game, Tits Under Flush, blends clever tile-matching with raw adult thrills as you chase down the perfect poker hand.

As you play, each successful tile match earns you glimpses of a sexy blonde in feline cosplay, stripping away her clothes in a sultry tease.

With each victorious hand, she inches closer to full revelation, her provocative dance matched only by your growing hunger for more.

Each clever move and match you make intensifies the striptease, tying your gameplay directly to the spectacle unfolding before you.

Your victory unleashes a provocatively raw display - the blonde’s teasing reaches its peak, and she boldly initiates a thrilling, intimate moment with a dildo that leaves nothing hidden.

Combining real-model visuals, cosplay charm, and a cunning tile-based logic game creates a naughty playground that demands both brains and bravery.

Strategize, match, and win your way through layers of clothing and inhibition to a finale dripping with raw sensuality.

Poker meets pleasure in this provocative game where each match moves you closer to a wild celebration of erotic fantasy.

Dive into a world where every tile you flip sparks desire, and every hand won brings you closer to an unforgettable, sultry romp with a cat-eared vixen.