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.

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.

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.

Snake Siemen is such a dumb name that it kinda works, which is the whole vibe of this game anyway. You’re basically Talon’s horny intern, except Doomfist actually trusts you with something ridiculous: break D.Va. Not just capture, not just fuck, but twist her from cutesy idol pilot into Talon’s personal cock-hungry asset. The story pretends to be serious sci-fi for like two minutes, then you’re already in a room with D.Va strapped down, squirming, still talking shit and trying to act brave while you decide if you’re going to go soft psychological route or straight-up “you’re mine now” brainwashing. I liked that her voice has that annoyed, bratty pitch, like a streamer forced to shill some crappy mobile game, but under it you can hear a little shake when Snake starts touching her without asking. The moans shift from “ugh, don’t touch me” to “f-fuck, don’t stop” pretty slowly and it’s actually hot as hell watching (and hearing) her get rewired day by day. Sometimes she sounds too clean, though, like the mic is high quality but the emotion is not always there. Still, when she gasps your name during a forced blowjob scene and there’s this wet choked sound as you push deeper, I had to pause the game and just breathe for a second.

What made me stick around is how mean you’re allowed to be without the game flinching. You can keep her in that tight Talon bodysuit just so your hands have more material to grab while you grope her tits and ass, fingers digging in while you whisper trash into her ear, and then flip straight into a mind control trigger where her eyes glaze over and her voice goes flat, like she’s reading a sponsor script. “Talon-sama, please use my throat.” It sounds so silly written out but in context, with that slightly fake idol voice trying to act obedient, it hits hard. The Widowmaker and Sombra stuff sneaks up later, which is funny, because the first time Sombra shows up she basically hijacks your fun and you have this three-way power struggle: you, her, and D.Va’s brain. There’s a scene where Sombra is pressing D.Va’s head down on your cock, talking in that smug voice, while you feel D.Va’s tongue hesitate, then slowly give in. The audio there is great, lots of sloppy sounds, little gagging, that muffled whine when you grab her hair and drive her all the way to the base. I wish Widowmaker had more interesting lines instead of just cool assassin porn talk, but whatever, her cold tone when she calls D.Va “Talon’s little toy” had me rewinding on VLC like three times.

The domination vibe is very clearly from the male side, no confusion here. You’re not some nice guy, you’re basically HR’s worst nightmare with a budget and a private cell. There’s corruption, there’s conditioning, you press her against cold walls, you make her kneel, you reward her with your cum like it’s a promotion. At one point you use a command phrase and she drops mid-sentence, falls to her knees and starts unzipping your pants like it’s the most natural thing in the world, mumbling that she “needs to serve Talon properly” while her lips wrap around you. That line reading is a bit stiff, but the way her breathing speeds up when you grab her head and hold her there is the good stuff. It’s not subtle. It’s not sweet. It feels like some cursed mobile porn game ad that actually followed through on the fantasy it teased, instead of bait and switch. And yeah, it’s totally wrong, and that’s exactly why it sticks in your head long after you close the browser and pretend to check Outlook.