This trainer game hits different when you realize how much effort went into the animations. Like seriously, every scene moves and sounds exactly how it should - none of that static image bullshit that makes you feel like you're reading a comic book instead of getting off. The developer Paradice clearly knows what they're doing because watching Hinata get railed or seeing Erza submit actually feels immersive instead of cheap. Though honestly the menu system could use some work, keeps glitching when I'm trying to navigate between girls.

What really got me hooked was the route system they've got going. You can either go full pimp mode and corrupt these anime babes into working your brothel, or take the romantic approach and build actual relationships. I started with the whore route because let's be real, turning Tsunade into your personal fuck toy sounds amazing, but then I tried the harem path with Mikasa and damn... the character development actually matters. She goes from that cold Survey Corps badass to someone who genuinely wants you, not because you broke her but because you earned it. The corruption mechanics work both ways too - sometimes these girls will dominate YOU if you're not careful, which caught me completely off guard when Weiss decided she was in charge.

Over 200 animations and they're adding more constantly. Watching Nami bounce on your cock while moaning your name, or having Faye Valentine tease you in that red outfit before going down on you - it's all fully voiced and animated. The sandbox elements let you set up scenarios however you want. Want to have Ryuko strip in the school hallway? Done. Feel like watching Android 18 and Kale go at each other while you decide who gets fucked first? Easy. Sometimes I spend more time just experimenting with different combinations than actually progressing the story. The pregnancy content isn't fully implemented yet but when it drops this game's gonna be unstoppable.

This one feels like watching a bad decision slowly rot in front of you, and somehow you keep clicking anyway. You start with this cute girl who honestly looks like she belongs in some normal date sim, soft face, shiny eyes, and then your brain just goes “oh, ok, she is very not normal” when the camera actually focuses on her chest. Her tits are stupidly huge, like whoever modeled her forgot what gravity is. The nipples are almost their own characters, thick and puffy enough that when the guy grabs them it feels less like foreplay and more like he is testing a sex toy he bought on AliExpress. I kind of love it, even though I also hate myself for loving it a bit. The subway around her is dirty in that very specific porn way: not realistic trash, but just enough grime, flickering light and metal to remind you that yeah, this is not a cozy place, this is where bad fantasies go to sweat.

The “date” idea is funny in a weird dark way. She is dressed like she could go for coffee, but the camera clearly never cared about coffee. It stalks her curves, follows the way her boobs bounce when she stumbles, and then this guy shows up and all romance is dead in five seconds. No flirting, just instant control. He ties her, pushes her against the cold pole, her big tits smashed together so they look even more over the top, and it really leans into that humiliation vibe. When he starts playing with her nipples, sucking and then literally fucking them, the game keeps zooming uncomfortably close, like it wants you to count the drops of spit sliding down her skin. There is a nasty little joy when he uses her chest like a toy for his cock, rubbing between her boobs, smearing pre-cum on them, then spitting on her face like she is just furniture that moans. The sounds help a lot too, that wet gagging when he shoves his cock down her throat is gross, but the good kind of gross if you are into throat abuse. Sometimes the gag sounds are out of sync and it annoyed me more than it should, and then I forgot, and then I was annoyed again for half a second.

Once he switches from her boobs to pure face domination, things go from “pervert on a train” to “she is his property now” pretty fast. He forces her mouth open, rams his big cock inside like he is trying to erase her thoughts, and the camera refuses to look away when her eyes water and mascara runs. Throatpie lovers will be happy; he holds her there long enough that you feel her panic through the screen, then pulls out just before she chokes for real. Sometimes he uses her tits again as a soft landing zone for his shaft, sliding up to her lips like her chest is a ramp. I liked that detail way too much. When he finally finishes, you can choose where he unloads, and the cum looks thick and sticky, gathering on her cheeks, dripping off her chin or pooling on those ridiculous breasts. Seeing her there, collar tight on her neck, hands useless, face messy with semen, eyes half-broken and half-pleading, it hits that twisted mix of *** fantasy, bondage, and cruel worship of her body that some people pretend they do not like, but they do. I wish there was more emotional build-up, but also if they added it I probably would not care. The game knows exactly what it is: a short, brutal little subway fuck session with one disposable girl and one very single-minded bastard, and her huge nipples will probably be stuck in your mind for way too long after you close the tab.

Goku is supposed to be this universe-saving hero, right? Here he’s just a horny idiot with his dick out while Chi-Chi is basically doing family planning with her legs spread. The whole thing feels like someone watched Dragon Ball Z, paused in the middle of a serious scene and said, “yeah but what if we actually see what happens when Goku gets home.” It doesn’t try to be deep. It’s literally Goku, Chi-Chi, a bed, soft anime colors, and a lot of pussy-focused camera work. Everything circles around Chi-Chi wanting that big cock buried in her so hard that she actually gets pregnant before Goku goes off to die again. It’s kind of funny how casual she is about it. Like, she’s breastfeeding future plot armor and also begging for cum in the next breath.

The game makes you actually work a bit for the creampie, which is nice and also kind of annoying. You can’t just slam-click your way through; you have to tease her, play with rhythm a bit, figure out where the pleasure meter likes to hover. I kept thinking “ok, just let me fuck her already, I know what I’m doing,” and then I’d rush it, push too fast, and she’d stay just under that sweet spot. The animations lock you into this slow build that’s weirdly intimate. You see Chi-Chi’s expression go from annoyed “Goku, focus” to proper horny, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded like she’s in heat. Then when you finally time it right and Goku unloads inside, there’s this thick cumshot dripping out of her pussy that hits way harder than it should. I closed the tab after finishing, then opened Chrome again five minutes later just to replay the creampie. And yeah, I was supposed to be answering Slack messages.

What I really liked is how small and focused it is. No pointless menus, no “pick your route” bullshit, no giant harem. Just one brunette wife, one dumb strong husband, and one goal: fill her up. At the same time, it gets almost too soft sometimes. Goku is fucking her, but the mood is so tender that you kinda want him to grab her harder, pull her hair, go full Super Saiyan on that pussy while she screams his name. Instead he feels like a very polite guy with a huge cock who’s trying not to break the bed. Still, when the camera zooms in and her pussy tightens around him, and that last thrust hits, all the little details click together. The slight jiggle of her tits, that needy sound she makes right before he cums, the white spill leaking past her lips like proof of “mission complete.” It’s not perfect, but I ended up replaying the same short scene more times than I want to admit, like looping a favorite dirty clip on Pornhub because it scratches a very specific, very horny itch.

Android 18’s curves are impossible to ignore. Her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, framing a face that promises pleasure and danger, and everyone fantasizes about getting inside her.

But not just anyone can handle her. Android 18 scans the room, searching for someone worthy.

Two androids locked in a heated embrace, their bodies pressed tight, exploring every inch of each other. It’s not incest, it’s a clash of titans fueled by insatiable hunger.

You’re not just a spectator here. Guide their hands, tease their bodies, and encourage their darkest fantasies.

Feel the heat rise as Android 18’s big tits bounce with every thrust. Cumshots splash across polished metal surfaces, marking a battlefield of pleasure.

This game isn’t just about watching two androids fuck. Android 18’s sultry voice invites you closer, promising more than just skin-deep fun.

If you crave intense, explicit encounters with a blonde bombshell and her equally deadly partner, then this game will consume your nights and fuel your darkest desires.

Don’t hesitate. They’re waiting, hungry and ready.

This thing feels like some horny fan with a cheap mic and too much free time decided to punish Dawn in the woods and accidentally hit something really hot in the sound. Visually it’s pretty simple, just that familiar blue-haired trainer getting wrecked after losing, but the audio is where my brain parked. The way her breath changes from that angry, “tch, I lost” kind of huff to those shaky little gasps when he pushes her down is what sold it for me. You hear leaves crunching under her knees, a little fabric rustle when he yanks her skirt up, that faint squeak like his belt buckle or zipper fighting him for a second. It’s not super clean, you can hear a bit of noise, but that’s exactly what makes it feel like a nasty forest sextape and not some sterile studio thing.

The doggystyle sequence is stupidly focused on rhythm. Whoever handled the loops really paid attention to how sex actually sounds when you’re panting and trying not to moan too loud. There’s this great moment where he starts slow and you hear that wet slide plus her trying to hold her voice, just these tiny whiny noises in her throat. Then he starts pounding and the slap sounds actually change, sharper when he hits hard, more muffled when his hips sink in deeper. Her moans go from annoyed and unwilling to that fucked-out, “I hate this but also I don’t” kind of tone that hentai always goes for. Sometimes it even clips a little, the volume peaks for half a second, and weirdly that makes it hotter because it feels like whoever recorded this didn’t care about perfection, they just cranked the gain so we could hear every filthy sound.

There’s also this guy in the background with a camera, and you can hear him just slightly, breathing and shifting, sometimes the soft click of the device like he’s zooming or adjusting. It’s not in your face, but if you’re the kind of pervert who replays the same five seconds like I did, you catch it. I wish they did more with the forest vibe though. There are faint bird sounds early on, then they kind of forget about the environment and it turns into almost a studio audio track. Missed chance. Imagine some distant Pidgey scream right when he shoots his load inside her, that would have been hilarious. Speaking of, the cumshot has that sticky finish sound, like one thick splurt then a few smaller ones, and her voice flips to this breathless whimper, half humiliation, half relief. It’s short, yeah, and it loops in a pretty crude way that made me open another tab to distract myself from the janky restart, but if you’ve got decent headphones and you’re into Dawn getting taken from behind like a broke little loser who paid her battle debt with her ass, there’s enough dirty detail in the soundscape to keep you rewinding the good parts and pretending you’re the bastard holding that camera.

It’s weird how this one tries to be a parody but ends up accidentally saying something kind of tragic about Kobeni, like she keeps blushing through the whole thing yet the game never lets her be just cute or just desperate - it’s always both, tangled together. I kept thinking the demon part would be the main hook, but nah, it’s more about that half-panic look in her eyes when you push too far and she still whispers your name. The timing mechanic feels stupid at first, tapping along while she’s choking or trembling, but then it clicks and suddenly you’re syncing with her rhythm in a way that feels too real for a joke game. It’s messy, literally and emotionally, and the moaning voice lines loop wrong sometimes, which only makes it better somehow - like catching someone mid‑breath and refusing to let them finish.

What gets me is how the corruption doesn’t even feel evil. You start off thinking you’re dominating her, but by day five she’s the one steering things, pretending not to, grinding slow while talking about losing her job as if your cock’s the only comfort left. The writing trips over itself, grammar all over, and yet every line lands because it sounds like someone actually flustered trying to talk dirty and failing. There’s a scene in the bathroom where the mirror fogs up and for a second you see horns behind her reflection, tiny, twitching, like she’s halfway yours already. Then she laughs too loud. Totally ruins the moment. But it sticks.

I’ll say though, the creampie counter? Completely unnecessary and also perfect. It forces you to notice time passing, like this gross little calendar of need. The parody label doesn’t save it from being hot, and the humor doesn’t stop it from being kind of sad. Maybe that’s why I keep replaying it, telling myself it’s for the endings, but really just waiting to hear her gasp that same broken syllable again.

Crossunder Academy looks at you and goes, “yeah, you’re the new kid, you don’t know shit, but here, have power anyway.” You roll in thinking it’s just another school VN with some tits glued on, and then they throw you into the Student Council and suddenly you’re the class president, fake tie, fake responsibilities, and very real chances to fuck half the campus if you don’t screw it up. It starts tame, like a dating sim pretending to be serious: club budgets, school events, that kind of filler. Then you figure out every boring “proposal” conversation is basically foreplay. The shy club rep who wants more money for “equipment” leans over your desk a bit too far, blouse a little too tight, and you’ve got the classic choice pop-up: act professional, tease her, or slide right into horny territory and test how far she’s willing to go to get that funding. You know which one you click. Don’t lie.

The fun part is how it mixes the puzzle feeling with porn without turning into some clicker trash. You’re not matching gems or anything stupid like that, you’re juggling scenes. Say the wrong thing to one girl and she gets jealous when you’re alone with her teacher later, and suddenly that nice slow blowjob under the desk becomes “sorry, I can’t, people will talk.” Say the right thing and the same teacher is on her knees, glasses fogged up, working your cock like she’s grading on a curve. Some routes feel like you’re solving a horny jigsaw puzzle with horny pieces. You’re planning event schedules while secretly thinking, “ok, if Hermione-clone student nerd and that thick aunt-looking lunch lady are both there, can I push them into some exhibitionist shit?” and sometimes the game actually lets you pull it off. There are moments where the camera settles into POV and it’s just you, her big tits pressed right into the frame, your cock between them for a messy titfuck, and the sound design goes from cartoony to “oh, someone actually cared here.” Then next scene a different girl is doing this ahegao face like she’s auditioning for a meme compilation and it almost kills the mood, but you keep clicking because, well, creampie counter is not going to fill itself.

It leans hard into the fantasy faculty and campus girls archetypes. You’ve got the prim bookworm who clearly wants to be ruined in the library after hours, the fake innocent student council girl who’s absolutely into groping behind closed doors, the curvy “tradwife” type who talks about cooking and chores while riding you raw, and that one busty older woman that might as well have “MILF” written on her forehead. Half the time you’re trying to act like a respectable president in meetings, half the time you’re lining up which corridor to “inspect” so you can corner someone and see how far she’ll go if the hallway cameras are “mysteriously” off. There’s teasing everywhere, a little too much sometimes: she’s in your lap, skirt hiked up, grinding on you, moaning in your ear about how wrong it is in a school setting, and the scene still stalls until you pick the right dialog line before it lets you finally push inside. When it does click though, the game doesn’t flinch: deep throat, sloppy oral, thick ass bouncing in your lap, cum inside, cum outside, cum on her face while she’s making that stupid cross-eyed expression. It’s messy, a bit goofy, sometimes hot as hell, sometimes clunky as fuck, but it feels like an actual degenerate school fantasy where your choices matter just enough to make you paranoid you missed one more filthy route.

Lazuli is that kind of protagonist you usually see as a side joke in hentai: horny mad scientist, weird potions, zero moral brakes. Here she’s the center of everything, and the whole game just leans into that idea of “what if a futa alchemist decided the world is her test lab and every girl she likes is a guinea pig with tits.” The Cumcoction is her proud invention, but it behaves more like a jealous deity than a simple drug. One drop and a shy virgin trainer girl suddenly starts grinding on a table corner; a proud swordswoman wakes up from “just a drink” with hazy memories, cum leaking out of her ass, and a faint sense that she liked it way too much. The story keeps this strange mix of silly and fucked‑up: Lazuli talks about alchemy like a nerd who reads too many grimoires, but then she’s also the same maniac who will jerk off behind a curtain, whispering little comments while a corrupted Hinata worships her cock with both hands and mouth, drool everywhere, eyes shining with that brainwashed devotion hentai artists love so much. Scenes go from goofy experimentation to really mean stuff: blackmail with magically recorded voyeur footage, “accidental” sleep sex justified with bullshit pseudo‑science, and that slow corruption arc where proud heroines from worlds like Naruto, My Hero Academia, Dragon Ball, Fairy Tail, One Piece or Pokémon tumble down from “No, never” to “Fine, just my hand” to “Why does it feel empty when you pull out?” without even noticing how far they fell.

What makes it weirdly charming is how inconsistent Lazuli is as a character. One moment she’s doing an almost tender titfuck with someone like Nico Robin, clearly enjoying the shape of those big soft breasts, carefully smearing cum on them like she’s painting. Next moment she’s using transformation tricks so suddenly Serena or Nessa find themselves with a fat new cock between their legs, panic mixing with arousal while Lazuli explains in that smug voice how “temporary” it is, then pushes them into group sex anyway. The game uses that 2D and 3D mix in a dirty way: sometimes you get a short animated loop of a character like Erza or Android 18 taking anal, her ass bouncing and jiggling, and then it cuts back to static art for the aftermath, thick creampie dripping while Lazuli notes something in her research book. It feels like a porn lab notebook: handjob success rates, mind control side effects, level of groping tolerated before resistance drops. There are cute slices of perv life too, like Lazuli just watching Nami and Lillie masturbate separately under a subtle spell, legs shaking, completely unaware they’re being observed like experimental mice, or a harem scene where Kushina, Hinata and Sarada end up sharing the same futa cock, half from drugged lust, half from Lazuli’s shameless manipulation. The tone never fully decides if this is still “fun” corruption or already full damnation, and honestly that’s what keeps it interesting: you’re stuck in that sticky line where fantasy, mind control, blackmail, anal, vaginal, sleep sex, creampies, big tits, big asses, all blend together into one long, filthy project of turning every famous girl in anime into Lazuli’s personal property, catalogued, studied, and thoroughly fucked.

Naruto finally getting what he “deserves” from Sakura sounds romantic if you only know fanfics on Wattpad. This thing is the opposite. It plays more like a nasty what-if scenario some pissed off fan cooked up after binge watching Shippuden on Crunchyroll and getting angry at Sakura’s whole “Sasuke-kun” obsession. You’re dropped straight into her bedroom, no soft build up, no sweet talk. Naruto is already done pretending to be the idiot hero. He’s stronger, darker, and he uses that strength in the most fucked up way possible: forcing Sakura to pay for loving someone who isn’t him. The game basically asks: what if the “nice guy protagonist” finally snaps and uses his power and her feelings as a weapon. It’s not romance, it’s punishment wearing the skin of sex.

The thing that hit me hardest is how the game treats the Kyuubi chakra. In the anime, it’s this huge power-up, big dramatic aura, emotional speeches. Here it’s more like a red flag inside a *** fantasy. You feel it as he pins her down and pushes into her, that flare of fox chakra sitting right between “shonen power” and “monster in human skin”. Sakura looks like she knows she can’t win, not in a physical fight and not in an emotional one. She still thinks of Sasuke while Naruto is slamming into her, filling her up just to prove he can. Creampie after creampie is less about pleasure and more like writing his name inside her body, like he’s overwriting Uchiha with Uzumaki in the most biological way possible. It’s messed up, but that’s also why it sticks: the sex scenes are short and blunt, more like fragments of a bad memory than a long hentai movie. You click, you see his cock disappear into her, you see the cumshot, you see her face somewhere between fear and forced arousal, and then it’s just silent. No moral lesson. No “Naruto is still a good guy deep inside”. He isn’t here. And the game doesn’t even try to pretend otherwise. There is something weirdly honest in that. It doesn’t ask you to feel good about what you’re doing. It just hands you this broken, private moment in Sakura’s room and lets you sit with the idea that the same idiot hero who saves the village can be the one who *** the girl who trusted him most, while the fox laughs in the background you never see.