It’s weird how a game can make you forget what you were actually doing before you clicked it, right? I opened Isekai Brothel thinking it’d be another lazy copy of those generic dating things where everyone stares blankly while you mash through dialogue, but this one… it plays dirtier. Not just in the obvious way (though yeah, there’s plenty of skin and moaning and all that), but in how it messes with your head. You start bouncing between universes like some horny multiverse courier, and suddenly you’re arguing with a half-demon waitress about who’s topping tonight. Then the game throws a slime girl at you, and she calls you “master” like she means it, and I swear I almost dropped my mouse.

The writing is all over the place - half of it’s like someone’s fanfic got drunk and made out with another fanfic, and I kinda love it for that. One scene you’re flirting with a cold swordswoman who barely talks, next thing you’re being pinned by a dragon maid who insists she’s just “checking your health.” Some of the transitions are a mess; one minute it’s sweet, then bam, full-on rough roleplay with no warning. I tried to complain about the pacing, but then a certain pink-haired girl whispered something about “rewarding loyal patrons,” and honestly, whatever I was mad about just evaporated. The voice bits - when they’re there - sound like someone recorded them in a closet, but that weirdly fits the vibe. Like, you’re not supposed to take it too seriously.

There’s a little bug where the bed scene music overlaps with the dialogue if you skip too fast. It drove me nuts, but also, I didn’t stop clicking. Something about collecting girls from different worlds, each with their own twisted little quirks, scratches an itch I didn’t know I had. Half of them act like they hate you, the other half worship you like a god, and both make sense somehow. It’s not classy, not polished, not even pretending to be - but when the screen shakes and she says your name like that, who even cares.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much while, you know, also being wildly turned on. *Furry Bang Town* sounds like some cheap meme bait, but halfway through the first date scene with that smug wolf barista (he keeps pretending he’s bored while his tail literally wags), I realized this game knows exactly what it’s doing. There’s this weird mix of parody and genuine horniness - it flirts with irony but still goes all in when things get wet. The humor hits that awkward space where you don’t know if you’re supposed to cringe or moan. And the writing? Kind of broken in places, but in a way that feels like someone poured their kinks into Google Translate and said, “good enough.” It works. Too well maybe.

I keep thinking about Judy - not the movie one, but the version here who’s somehow both a cop and a futa stripper on weekends. Her route wrecked me; she teases like she’s reading your mind, then there’s this beach scene where she just drops the uniform and starts talking about “justice” while grinding against your thigh. It’s ridiculous. I almost closed the tab, but the sound design pulled me back - heavy breathing layered with seagulls and waves, absurdly effective. Then suddenly, boom, Pokémon crossover out of nowhere. A Lucario bartender offering “protein shots.” I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was already clicking through dialogue faster than I’d like to admit.

The public use scenes are messy in every sense - crowded cafe bathrooms, fur everywhere, people pretending not to watch. It’s filthy, kind of funny, and weirdly intimate. I hated that it made me feel something beyond just arousal. Also, the ending just stops mid-sentence, like the dev gave up or came too early. Still, I can’t stop thinking about that line where the pony character whispers, “You smell like story.” What does that even mean? Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. I’m probably overthinking it, but whatever - this game got under my skin in ways it really shouldn’t have.

Warm sand under your back, that lazy dead-fish feeling after too much sun, and suddenly the whole world is just ass. Not metaphorical ass, not “thicc” like people spam in comments, but two animated legends grinding reality out of focus: Android 18 with her perfect ice-queen blonde vibe and Erza with that wild red hair that looks like it still smells like battle smoke and perfume. They are on the beach with you, but also not really “with” you, more like on you, around you, over you. The game starts in that half-dream state where you’re not sure if you passed out from heat or from scrolling too long on Pornhub. Then the screen settles, the loop hits, and you’re basically pinned there, face in the danger zone, while they twerk slow and teasing, asses so close you feel like your monitor might grow taste buds. It’s that kind of short, dirty fantasy that feels like someone took all the fanart from Reddit and boiled it down into one shameless anal-focused scene, no plot, no talking, just rhythm and skin and the sense that you somehow woke up in the middle of a crossover nobody had the right to make and everyone secretly wanted anyway.

There’s this weird magic in how nothing really “happens” and still everything is happening. Android 18 moves with that cold precision, like she calculated the exact angle where her booty will hover over your mouth, just out of reach, like she knows you’re useless here and enjoys it. Erza is the opposite, her ass movement feels more playful, almost chaotic, like she is the one who dragged 18 into this little beach sin-session and is now showing off, cheeks bouncing, sometimes almost clapping in your face, sometimes slowing down just enough that you catch yourself leaning forward at a screen like an idiot. The camera sits low, submissive, like you’re stuck in the sand while they use your head as their personal seat cushion. You get pussy flashes, that quick glimpse here and there when they shift position, a little pink flash that makes your brain glitch for a second, especially when it happens while they arch their backs and present fully, like “here, have this, but only for one frame, enjoy suffering.” Anal is the star though. Their butts are treated like holy objects, center stage, big, round, demanding, the way they tilt and spread just enough so your imagination fills all the gaps. It’s almost rude how short and looping it is. You just start syncing your breathing to Erza’s slow bounce, Android 18’s more measured grind, and then you realize this is it. No climax scene, no “next phase”, just you looping like a horny goldfish pressing replay, pretending your hand hasn’t already figured out the timing like a rhythm game.

That’s the thing that got me. It feels like a dirty little GIF you shouldn’t like as much as you do, but you keep it open in a small Chrome tab anyway, somewhere between Twitter and xVideos, letting it run while you do other stuff, then suddenly you’re staring again. The beach background is almost nothing, just light and sand and that lazy sea vibe, but somehow it adds to the fantasy of “sunburned pervert wakes up and two famous anime girls are using his face as furniture.” There’s no voice lines, no moans, no cheesy music trying to be sexy, only the animation doing the work, like those old Flash loops that used to live on sketchy sites, except cleaner and more focused on asses. At one point Erza leans forward just a tiny bit more and her red hair falls, covering half of 18 from your view, and that small moment stuck with me way more than it should, because it feels almost intimate, like you’re spying on something they’re doing for themselves, not for you. And yeah, it’s basically a glorified loop about booty and anal teasing, you’re not getting a deep gameplay session out of this, but sometimes that’s exactly what fries your brain in the nicest way: two iconic babes, one beach, your face in the wrong place and the right place at the same time, and nothing to do except watch them bounce until your wrist gives up or your browser starts lagging.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much during what’s basically a porn game about rebuilding civilization with your dick, but here we are. “Dickcare” doesn’t even pretend to have subtlety, which somehow makes it better. It’s like the dev looked at every crossover hentai fantasy - Velma squinting behind foggy glasses, Raven pretending she’s not into it, Tatsumaki rolling her eyes while secretly moaning - and said, yeah, let’s just throw them all in one ruined world and call it salvation. The writing’s half self-aware and half deranged sincerity; the voice lines swing between awkwardly horny and genuinely funny. There’s one scene with Frankie in a busted gym locker room that made me pause, not because it was hot (though it is), but because she calls you “hero” in this weird soft tone right before things get messy. It stays in your head longer than expected.

What’s wild is how much *sound* adds to everything. You can tell someone cared about the way a zipper slides down or the slap echoing off concrete walls. The sandbox part? Looser than it sounds. You wander, talk, get distracted by some zombie side plot that doesn’t matter, and suddenly Velma’s stuck halfway through a ventilation shaft. It’s ridiculous, yeah, but also... kind of perfect. There’s no grind, no fake moral choice. Just dirty, absurd freedom. Though, I swear one moaning loop cuts off too early - it’s such a small glitch but now I obsess over it. Maybe that’s the point: perfection would ruin the charm.

It’s funny how a game full of cum jokes and cartoon parodies ends up feeling more alive than most serious stuff. Maybe because it doesn’t care if you take it seriously. One minute you’re saving humanity, next you’re wiping something off Raven’s cape while she pretends not to blush. If there were awards for “Most Unnecessarily Emotional Cum Scene,” this one wins without competition.