Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.

I swear this game messed with my head more than any so-called “psychological” visual novel ever did. You wake up rich, spoiled, surrounded by girls who look like they stepped straight out of some fever-dream crossover - like, imagine Asuka Langley arguing with Hinata about who gets to sit closer to you at breakfast, and then Merlin just casually walks in wearing nothing but a towel that doesn’t even try to do its job. It’s ridiculous, yet there’s something weirdly believable about it. Maybe because the dream logic fits too well: everything looks perfect, but your brain keeps whispering that something’s off. I liked that uneasy feeling until it got buried under all the moaning and skin. Then again, maybe that’s the point - when reality breaks, people reach for pleasure first. Or I’m overthinking pixels again.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but you’re supposed to choose between helping Yor Forger study or letting Jinx drag you to her room. I picked Yor, thinking it’d be wholesome. Yeah, right. Five clicks later she’s on the desk, glasses half-off, saying things no spy should ever say. The animation isn’t flawless; sometimes her eyes lag behind her face, which made me laugh when I shouldn’t have. But that glitchy charm stuck with me longer than any of the polished stuff. And the sound design? Way too real. My cheap headphones couldn’t handle Tsunade’s voice purring through them. Still, I kept replaying the same moment like an idiot chasing déjà vu.

Funny thing: I started playing for the sexy chaos, but ended up stuck thinking about that blank-memory setup. Like maybe the main guy deserves the confusion. Maybe we all do. It’s a horny game pretending to be philosophical - or a philosophical game pretending to be horny. Doesn’t matter. When Nami whispers something about “remembering the wrong things,” I actually paused. Then I unpaused, because, well… she was already moving.

It’s weird how this game makes guilt feel sexy. You wake up inside someone else’s head - not just anyone, but that stretchy mom-hero everyone secretly had a thing for back when Pixar still pretended innocence. The premise should be grim, revenge and all that, but the tone keeps slipping between sad and horny, like the dev couldn’t decide if it’s therapy or foreplay. The way control shifts feels personal, almost too intimate. It’s not just mind control; it’s like the game’s trying to pry into your own urges while you’re prying into hers. And maybe I’m reading too much into polygons, but when she touches herself, it’s never about lust alone - it’s about realizing her hands aren’t really hers anymore. That mechanic where you can *feel* the resistance in her movements is unsettling in a delicious way.

There’s this one scene with the aunt - yeah, the bakery one - where she talks to you like she *knows* you’re there, like she’s been waiting for the voice in her head to finally answer back. It’s creepy and tender, then suddenly it’s just obscene. I laughed because the transition was so abrupt it felt real. The body models aren’t flawless either, and that helps. A little awkward jiggle, fingers clipping through skin, like even the code itself can’t believe what’s happening. The audio’s inconsistent - sometimes soft breathing, sometimes nothing at all, dead silence while something filthy goes down. It’s that silence that hits hardest. You start thinking, maybe she’s ashamed. Maybe you are.

I hate the damn save menu though. Always pops right when things get heated, like the universe reminding you this isn’t real. But maybe that’s what makes it stick. It’s messy, it’s wrong, and it lingers afterwards like a guilty text you never sent. You’ll probably close it and tell yourself you didn’t enjoy it that much. You’re lying.

This thing is less a “game” and more like you secretly slid into D.Va’s private folder and hit play on the weirdest, horniest training break she ever took. It’s short, yeah, but it knows exactly what it wants to show you: her in that tight suit, zero shame, using her own mech like a giant, metal sex toy. There’s no long build up, no fake story about saving the world. She’s already sweaty from practice, hops near the mech, and you just watch her go from “ok, I need a break” to “fuck it, I’m gonna ride this thing till my legs shake.” That’s honestly the best part, it doesn’t pretend to be classy. The camera loves the suit, sticks to every curve, especially her ass when she’s grinding against the cold armor. It feels kinda wrong and kinda perfect at same time, like opening a porn tab in the middle of a ranked match and not even muting Discord.

What really got me though is the sound. A lot of porn animations with game characters just slap some moaning mp3 on loop and call it a day, but here you can hear the weight of metal when the mech moves, that little hydraulic hiss every time she shifts position, and the suit rubbing against the chassis in these tiny squeaks and fabric creaks. I kept replaying one of the scenes just because of a single moment where she pushes herself down and there’s this mix of a wet, deep thrust sound and a low mech servo whine, and it lines up almost too perfectly. The moans aren’t overdone either, more breathy, like she’s trying to keep herself quiet but failing, which is way hotter than the usual porn screaming. There are still spots where the loop is obvious, like you can hear the same gasp repeat if you listen too much, but my brain only noticed that on the third watch while I was half distracted checking Telegram. Also, whoever mixed the audio put the low mechanical rumble in a way that if you use decent headphones, it kind of vibrates in your skull. It’s not subtle. It’s like the mech is fucking your ears too.

There are three main sex loops and a few extra images, and they all focus on the same kink: tiny, flexible asian gamer girl using industrial war machine like it’s her personal vibrator. No crazy positions, no weird tentacle bullshit, just variation in angles and how hard she’s taking it. One angle is all about her face, drool on her lip, eyes rolled a bit, with the mech in the background slightly out of focus, pistons moving. Another one sits low behind her, where the suit is pulling so tight between her legs that you almost expect it to rip, and the thrusts make this blunt, wet smack that sounds more like someone fucking on a metal table than on a robot, but it somehow works. I kind of wish there was more interaction, like some HUD elements or her trash talking like in the original game voice lines, or even her swearing in Korean while getting railed. Instead she’s mostly just whimpering and gasping, which is hot and a bit lazy at the same time. Still, the sync between motion and sound is good enough that I ended up rewatching one loop just to track how the moan hits exactly when her hips bottom out. It’s the kind of short animation you open in a side tab while pretending to answer Slack messages, tell yourself “just one scene,” and then you realize you replayed that same metallic clank and soft wet impact five times because your dumb sound-nerd brain is like “yeah, that’s the spot.”